His Surrogate For Hire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance by BWWM Club, Esther Banks

object.
    “ You
can’t marry him because he’s already mine,” the
woman said with a triumphant smile.
    It
was always at this point that Christine startled awake in a cold
sweat; the dream that wasn’t a dream not fading conveniently but echoing as if continuing in some other
dimension close by.
    “ Rudy,”
she would whisper in despair and then get out of bed to go rinse her
face and get herself a glass of water.
    “ Bad
dream?” her grandmother would ask, coming out of her room when
Christine did. Christine would shrug like it was nothing and go to
the kitchen. Her grandmother would follow and begin heating some milk
for hot chocolate.
    “ You
don’t have to do that,” Christine would say.
    “ I
know,” her grandmother would reply, eyes on the milk to make
sure it didn’t boil over.
    *****
    Max Lestrange was in
the front row, sitting next to his beautiful model date, he was
pretty sure her name was Kendal but he wasn’t a hundred percent
positive of that. They were here to watch the big fight as guests of
the mayor of Las Vegas. Max was good friends with her husband. He had
been like a father figure to him as he learned the ropes of being an
attorney at law and in turn Max had supported him when he and then
his wife, had run for office. The press was out in force because the
match was a big deal between the defending champion and his closest
contender. Max was trying to enjoy himself but it had been a strange
day; perhaps he was getting old because all he wanted to do was lie
down. The wine he’d taken with dinner was making him dizzy and
not in a good way and the room was hot in spite of the air
conditioning. He could feel the sweat on his forehead and his upper
lip. He really was not liking himself today and wished he could just
excuse himself and go lie down. The match was starting though and
servers were coming around with more champagne. Maybe that would make
him feel better. He took a glass and downed it at once, more for the
cold wetness than the taste but it did not make him feel better at
all. In fact, if he was honest it made him feel queasy and nauseous.
He was afraid he would have to excuse himself soon if things did not
settle down on their own. Kendal or Kim or whatever her name was
leaned toward him with a smile, murmuring something about how
exciting it was. Max murmured something suitable in reply and then
leaned over to speak with the mayor.
    “ Carolyn,
I have to excuse myself,” he said standing up. fighting the
wave of dizziness that assailed him. He really needed to lie down.
    “ Oh,
what’s up?” Carolyn asked.
    Max opened his mouth
to reply but then the world was replaced with darkness and he knew no
more.
    *****
    He woke to a beeping
sound and the feel of a cool breeze on his buttocks. He had
difficulty opening his eyes, they seemed welded shut…that or
he had no eyes any longer.
    “ Hallo,”
he croaked still trying valiantly to open his eyes. “Anybody
there?”
    “ Mr.
Lestrange sir, you’re awake,” the voice of his
housekeeper said sounding relieved. “I’ll get the nurse.”
    “ Martha
wait,” he said sharply and felt her stop moving. “What’s
wrong with my eyes?”
    “ Oh,
they applied some sort of paste over them, I think to stop them
fluttering…you were convulsing sir. Anyway, I’ll get the
nurse,” Martha said.
    Max waited
impatiently for someone to come and tell him what was going on with
him. He continued to try and open his eyes. He thought of wiping the
paste off with his hands but when he tried to move them, he felt a
pinprick of pain and a pulling sensation he didn’t like so he
ceased to do that forthwith.
    “ Ah,
Mr. Lestrange, welcome back to the land of the living,” a low
male voice said to him, sounding too familiar for someone he’d
never met.
    “ And
you are?” he asked coldly.
    “ I’m
doctor Schofield, your physician,” the voice said.
    “ I
see,” Max replied. “And what exactly is wrong with me?”
    “ We’re
not sure