I Became a Surrogate for My Sister And Her Husband, When They Saw the Baby, They Yelled, This Isnt the Baby We Expected

Then, at Tommy’s birthday party, I saw her standing at the kitchen window. Outside, chaos reigned—balloons, frosting, kids in superhero capes. But Rachel stood still, hand pressed to the glass, eyes heavy with grief.

“They’re growing up so fast,” she whispered. “I always thought our kids would grow up together.” Her voice cracked. “Six rounds of IVF, Abby. The doctor says I can’t try again.”

Before I could speak, her husband Jason stepped in. Calm, composed, calculating. “We’ve spoken to specialists,” he said. “They recommended surrogacy. A biological sister would be ideal.”

Rachel turned to me, trembling. “Would you… carry our baby?” Her voice was barely audible.

That night, my husband Luke and I talked for hours. “You’ve already had four pregnancies,” he said gently. “This isn’t a small ask.”

“I know,” I said. “But if I can give Rachel what she’s been aching for, how can I not try?”

When we said yes, Rachel collapsed into tears. “You’re saving me,” she whispered. “You’re giving us everything.”Continue reading…