I Was A Surrogate For My Sister. When She Saw The Baby, She Says, "We Don’t Want It Anymore”

When my estranged sister suddenly reappeared, showering me with kindness, I knew something was off. Then she made her request, I’d be her surrogate. Trapped by guilt, I agreed. The pregnancy went smoothly, but when she saw the baby, she recoiled in disgust. "This isn’t what we expected. We don’t want it." But the worst was yet to come…

Lisa and Mark arrived at the hospital, both looking both anxious and excited. As they approached me, Lisa's hands trembled slightly while Mark's eyes darted around the room. I tried to offer a reassuring smile, hoping to ease their nerves. "Everything went well," I said, trying to bring some calm. Their anxious vibes filled the air, making me wonder what was really on their minds. This was a big moment for all of us, but their expressions said something else.

The nurse gently wheeled in the tiny bundle of joy wrapped snugly in a pastel blanket. Lisa leaned in with a hopeful smile, but as soon as she caught sight of the baby, her smile slipped away. Beside her, Mark's face lost all color, turning as pale as the hospital walls. "Is everything okay?" I asked, trying to read their expressions. But the room was suddenly filled with an uneasy silence, their excitement extinguished like a blown-out candle.

As I watched them, a knot of fear twisted in my gut. What was wrong with the baby? I'd just delivered a perfectly healthy child, so their reaction was baffling. I glanced between Lisa and Mark, hoping they would say something—anything—to clarify their sudden switch. "Is there something I should know?" I quietly inquired, trying to mask my growing concern. I searched their faces for answers that wouldn’t come, feeling a faint pulse of dread rise within me.

Mark whispered something to Lisa, words slipping between them like a secret code. Lisa turned to me, her face still trying to muster a smile but betraying her inner turmoil. "Thanks for everything," she said awkwardly, her eyes darting away. "We’ll work things out," she added before both of them quickly left the room, leaving me in a cloud of confusion and doubt. Their quick departure didn't settle right with me, and questions buzzed around my mind like busy bees.

I watched them go, a strange unease settling in the now quiet room. Their hurried exit with the baby left a sour taste in my mouth. Something was clearly not right, and I felt powerless to help or even understand. Questions danced in my mind, but no answers seemed forthcoming. I sat there, alone with my thoughts and the lingering scent of antiseptic, feeling like I was missing a crucial puzzle piece. I needed clarity, but where would I find it?

After the whirlwind of the hospital, I found comfort at Jane's house. She welcomed me with open arms, her warmth like a blanket against the chill of my lingering doubts. Jane had been there for every step of my pregnancy journey, always a supportive friend. As we sat sipping tea, I relayed Lisa and Mark’s odd behavior, hoping for some insight. Jane listened intently, her brows furrowing with the weight of my concerns, ready to offer her perspective.