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

Tears streamed down her face. “I told Jason I want a divorce. He said I’m ruining my life. Maybe I am. But I won’t let my daughter grow up thinking she wasn’t wanted.”

Her voice cracked.

I handed Kelly to her, watching as she held her daughter for the first time without fear. Kelly blinked up at her, calm, curious—like she knew.

“She’s perfect,” Rachel whispered. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for that day.”

“It won’t be easy,” I said.

“I don’t care,” she replied. “Will you help me?”

“Always,” I said. “That’s what sisters do.”

In the months that followed, Rachel rebuilt her life. Found a small apartment nearby. Started therapy. Poured herself into motherhood. Kelly grew fast—smiling early, crawling early, lighting up every room. My boys adored her. She was surrounded by brothers, cousins, protectors.Continue reading…