“Well, this may be TMI, but I’m always horny. Like all the time. It’s like I’m ovulating all the time.”
“Well, an increased libido is normal.”
“Well, can I use my... uh, toys to help?”
“Yes, they are safe to use.”
“Ok, that’s all,” I said as I got up.
After scheduling my next appointment, Cane, I headed out.
Chapter 7
We sat in my living room, eating seafood from El Puerto. I had Snow crab legs, shrimp, and potatoes. I did my little happy dance as I cracked open my Snow crab legs.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” I asked Cane. I knew I had butter dripping down my arm and probably had sauce on my face. I didn’t care because with seafood, I was never going to be demure. Especially not when the babies were allowing me to eat it without throwing up. I was going to enjoy it all before they changed their mind.
“I’m wondering what our kids are going to look like. Will they have your nose, your eye color, or will they look like me?”
“Well, I think my daughters are going to look like me.” I smiled.
“Na, those are my sons,” he said. I scrunched up my face. “No, these are my little girls.”
He smirked, “Yeah, ok.”
“We will just have to wait and see.” I shrugged.
“Why did you decide to become a surrogate?”
“It was for the money. I planned to buy the bakery where I work. But things changed.” I said as I looked down at my stomach.
“And how do you feel about that?”
“Having to do this alone is scary, but honestly, I’ve never wanted anything more than them.”
“Na, you won’t ever be alone. From every doctor’s appointment to every craving. I’ma be there, and if I’m not, all you’ve got to do is call.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I’d be more comfortable with that if I were 100% certain they were yours.”
“They are.” He said.
“Well, baby daddy, tell me about yourself.”
“I’m thirty-one, the oldest of three. My birthday is November 29th. I’m a Giants fan, raised in Harlem, but I live in Long Island. I would ask about you, but I know all there is to know.” He smirked.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. You’re an only child. You’re twenty-five. Your name is Snow White. You’re named after the drug, not the princess.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Your blood type is A+. Your birthday isJuly 26th. You’re a lying Leo. You graduated from Hillcrest. You never went to college. ACS took you away from your mother a couple of times growing up. You don’t know your father.”
“Damn anything else?”
“Your bra size is a…”
“Ok enough,” I said.
