The Billionaire's Surrogate: A BWWM Pregnancy Love Story by Cher Etan, BWWM Club Read Free Book Online

interrupted even though talking
caused him severe pain.
    “ Of
course you wouldn’t but she knows that you need her. So she
asked if I would mind…” Christine finished with a shrug.
    “ You
don’t have to do this,” he forced out.
    “ I
know I don’t have to. But I already took the day off tomorrow
so I kind of have to.”
    Max smiled painfully,
turning his hand around so his palm was facing up. Christine looked
down at it and then up at him. She put her palm gently atop his.
    *****
    Christine missed her
period two weeks later but decided to keep it to herself until she
could do a pregnancy test. She was really busy at work though,
completing an electrification project on the north side of town which
involved upgrading all the systems to reduce the risk of electrical
mishaps taking place especially as winter was coming up and people
used electricity for heating purposes. Her grandmother’s
arthritis was also a problem and the fact that she refused to slow
down meant that Christine tried to take the brunt of household duties
away from her. It involved driving her to work instead of letting her
take the train like she enjoyed doing. She was also doing the cooking
because her gra hated take out. Max had hired additional help at the
house on the pretext that with his new invalid status, there was just
a lot more to be done. The number of visitors at the house had also
increased drastically since the whole state of Boston seemed to feel
it was their duty to visit Max in his time of illness.
    Eventually, Max was out
of bed and at full strength and the flare up of arthritis was
relieved. The project was still at full throttle though, so Christine
still had a reason to put that doctor’s appointment off.
    She was on top of a
ladder tinkering with a transformer when someone called her name on
the walkie talkie.
    “ What?”
she asked irritably; she wasn’t one for interruptions.
    “ Wow,
irritable much?” the voice crackled from the speaker.
    “ Max?”
she said in disbelief.
    “ Yeah.
Could you come down here? I need to talk to you.”
    “ Should
you be out of bed?”
    “ Oh
now you care?”
    “ What’s
that supposed to mean?”
    “ I
haven’t seen you since the night you spent with me at the
hospital. Now you’re concerned that I’m out of bed?”
    Christine sighed in
exasperation, “I’m coming down.”
    “ Great.”
    *****
    “ My
turn to bring you lunch,” he said as she approached him,
holding out a paper bag.
    “ How
sweet,” she said taking the bag and opening it. She peeked into
the bag.
    “ It’s
a cheese and onion sandwich,” Max said. But Christine could
smell it already. She’d put her head in the bag and then took a
deep breath so the deep fried smell of onions surrounded her like a
toxic cloud. The wave of nausea it evoked took her completely by
surprise. She thrust the bag back at Max and staggered to the river
bank, breathing in and out deeply. The stench of the Charles had her
staggering away as her empty stomach heaved.
    “ Oh,”
she thought she heard Max say.
    A hand came out to hold
her steady while another rubbed at her back as she heaved. A green
rope of bile hung from her mouth and she spit it out. Max produced a
bottle of water from somewhere and Christine drank; rinsing out her
mouth.
    “ Are
you okay?” Max asked.
    “ Do
I look okay?”
Christine replied irritably.
    “ You
look like someone suffering from morning sickness.”
    Christine glared at
him.
    “ That’s
unlikely,” she said.
    “ Is
it?” he asked eyebrow raised skeptically.
    Christine said nothing.
    “ Right,
so I’ll make the appointment,” Max said. “I’ll
come for you in the morning.”
    Christine nodded her
head in agreement but continued to say nothing. Max stared at her
assessingly, wondering if he could leave her alone.
    “ I’m
just gonna go get you something less…noxious…to eat.
Maybe an avocado sandwich? Or cucumber?” he asked.
    “ The
latter,” Christine said.
    “ Okay
then,