Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance by BWWM Club, Tyra Small

gummy bear.
    “Is that the baby?” Lateisha asked, surprise and
something else taking over her.
    “That’s it,” she said, adjusting the machine.
    Suddenly a rhythmic thumping filled the room and despite all of her
control Lateisha gasped, bringing a hand to cover her mouth, and a
tear slipped from her eye.
    “And that’s the heartbeat,” the doctor pressed a
button, which Lateisha assumed was record and minutes later a few
photos printed out.
    Bryce took her hand and she looked at him; a strange emotion passing
between the two of them. That was when Lateisha knew she was in
trouble. She was falling for him and this baby.
    *****
    Bryce watched Lateisha’s face as the sound of the baby’s
heart beat filled the room. A feeling he didn’t want to
identify so soon filled his chest. Without thinking he grabbed her
hand, squeezing it tightly. The look she gave him melted his heart
but Bryce maintained his composure. The sound of his child’s
heartbeat was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard and Bryce
wanted to shout from the rooftops that he was having a baby, with the
most beautiful woman alive. Shaking his head to clear the crazy
thoughts, but not abandoning them altogether, Bryce slipped his hand
from Lateisha’s just as the nurse handed them both an
ultrasound picture.
    “No, no. I don’t, I mean…” Lateisha glanced
at him, pain and confusion on her face.
    “It’s alright,” he said nodding towards the
picture.
    “Are you sure? It won’t be too weird?” Lateisha
took the picture and pressed it to her chest, snatching it away
quickly when she realized what she was doing.
    Bryce watched her; never surer of what he had to do. “No, it
won’t be weird.”
    *****
    Lateisha’s emotions were all over the place and she could only
attribute it to rapidly changing hormones. It couldn’t possibly
be that she changed her mind about having children, or that she
wanted to be with Bryce. She was just hormonal. Pregnancy did that.
Right?
    Rubbing her face with her hands, Lateisha settled into the limo,
turning away from Bryce and looking out the window. It wasn’t
that she didn’t want to look at him, but she was afraid to.
What if he saw the way she was beginning to feel about him? Not that
she was even ready to admit to herself how she felt about him. Who
knew being a surrogate would be so emotional, but of course not all
women fell in love with the man whose baby they were carrying.
Lateisha gasped and Bryce turned and looked at her. No, it wasn’t
possible that she was in love with him. Sighing, she settled back
against the seats, rubbing her temples, the beginnings of a headache
pounding against her forehead.
    “Are you alright?” Bryce asked her for what seemed like
the fifth time that day.
    Lateisha nodded, unwilling to talk, too afraid she would say
something stupid.
    “Talk to me, Lateisha. I think we really need to talk, about a
lot of things.” Bryce scooted closer, turning her shoulders
toward him.
    She shook her head. “I can’t. Not right now, Bryce. I
need,” she rubbed her face again; “I need time.”
    Bryce nodded. “Take all the time you need. I just want you to
know that I’ll wait. And I don’t expect you to sign that
paper just yet.”
    Lateisha looked at him, his words sinking in. What did he mean?
Exiting the limo, Lateisha climbed out, declining Gerry’s hand
for help. She walked into the building slowly and noticed Bryce
didn’t try to catch up.
    Why didn’t he want her to sign? Too exhausted to dwell on his
words, Lateisha changed from her jeans and shirt, leaving them to
fall where they did. All of this was too much for her and she needed
time to let it all sink in. Getting ready for bed her mind was
whirling and she almost forgot to brush her teeth. After lying down
she slipped the ultrasound photo from her pocket and stared at it.
That was her baby. Shock registered when she realized that was the
first time she called the baby hers.

Chapter 8
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