MY CRAZY BEAUTIFUL SURROGATE

CALISSA'S POV

I opened my eyes to the white bright lights of my hospital room. The fact that I was awake now was evidence that I had not imagined it.

I had delivered another bouncing baby boy, and a beautiful one at that.

"whose baby is this?!" I heard Damien's voice boom loudly while I laid on the hospital bed.

"There is absolutely no way my sperm did that!!" He said in vehemence.

"You will wake the baby and his sleeping mother Sir, please leave." I heard the nurse say to him.

"I don't bloody care! That is not my child!" He yelled out angrily.

"How can I possibly have that baby?!" He continued to ask the Doctor.

Sigh.

Pause, rewind, stop. I know you must be wondering, what is going on? How did we get here? And who is the man screaming about a baby?

We were at the Miami Central Hospital, Florida, at the time. Where I put to birth a bouncing baby boy, although it was not HIS bouncing baby boy, because the baby was black, and Damien is Caucasian white.

I had been registered here a few months back, and in all my years of being a surrogate, I had never once had to be in a position such as this one. All my clients were always left happy with their results.

Except this one time, when a lady gave me the sperm of her lover, instead of her husband's. It was a terrible mix up.

She had wanted a child for both men, but first for her husband. Nevertheless, when the baby was born, that was the end of her marriage.

Here is how it started, my name is Calissa Knowles, and I am a professional surrogate, and an undercover Escort at Madame Priscy's Escort Company.

Yes, it is what I do, and my family is only aware of one. I am a five foot, six heightened, thick shaped, size twelve, young lady, with full cheeks and dimples.

Being under pressure as the seemingly untalented, chubby baby my mother hated, I was forced to fit into the huge shoes my older sister had left behind, every single time. I was left to fend for my needs, because my mother ensured She and Athena got the best of everything from my Father, leaving me with crumbs to feed on.

Nothing ever went right for me. I was just not thin to my bones and tall on heels. I took after my Father, Mr. Chesterson Knowles, a hard working engineer who had suddenly broken into wealth in the 1980s, after they had my sister.

So, they named her Wealth, because she had brought good luck to them, but she later gave herself Athena.

I, on the other hand, ventured into the world at an unexpected hour, when my mother was just trying to get back on runway again, two years after my sister's birth.

Then, I came along, a chubby baby who stretched at her womb and expanded her belly fat, making it extremely difficult for her to push. Leaving her no choice but to get a C-section cut.

I was named Calissa, a name she saw on a postcard somewhere in the hospital. She was frustrated enough, and couldn't bother with names.

I was just the extra child to her. The love and care and attention Athena got in full, I only got in half.

I was not the in demand girl like my sister. My Father's love for me was enough, and that was all the love I needed. Everything changed when my mother realised my size twelve body could hide alot of baby fat, and I never went out of shape no matter how much I ate.

So, when her sister needed a surrogate to carry her baby, God forbid it had to be either she or Athena, their perfect size four bodies could never go for it, and so, Aunt Lana asked me to do it for her, and my mother agreed.

I had no choice in the matter and so I did, that was how I started working as a surrogate. Don't blame me, people are willing to pay millions to have a baby, and I had a good body for it. So, why not?

A couple months back, from this day, l was hired by my own sister, Athena, to carry a baby for her and her Billionaire husband to be, Damien Hill.

The Hill family was a wide known legacy with high standards and alot of pride. They associated with only the creme de la creme, and nobody else.

Unfortunately, my lovely, beautiful, successful, model sister did not meet up to their standards, and my choice of career did not save her chances either.

Yet, she was willing to get her husband at any means, and so, she came up with a plan. I and my shameful career, as she naturally called it, were a huge part of that plan.

Although, I agreed to carry her baby as a result of her desperation, I did not know how to tell her that I was already pregnant with another couples baby.

In my defense, I personally found out that the insertion had worked three days after I accepted to carry her baby, and so, I never went through with her own IVF insertion.

"What happened to the baby?!" Came Athena's shriek.

"You tell me, Anna, you said the baby was mine! So, have you been cheating on me then?" Damien drawled out in his thick Australian accent.

"I did say the baby was yours because it was your sperm and my eggs that were used for the insertion process. How on earth would I know where a black baby came from?" Athena asked in that gorgeous, eloquent voice of hers.

"Doctor,.what exactly is going on? Where is our baby?" I heard Damien ask.

"Over there Sir, I already pointed you in the direction of the baby." I could hear Dr. Clyde respond.

"No, no, Doctor it can't possibly be. That is a black baby, my wife and I are not black, as you can see." Damien stated effortfully.

"I am sorry, but I am confused. Are you not the Father of the baby?" Dr. Clyde asked in confusion.

I peeled one of my eyes open slightly, and caught Damien and Athena exchange glances.

"Absolutely not!" Damien exclaimed.

"I don't understand what is going on. You said for sure that you were the Father of the baby" Dr. Clyde repeated.

"Wouldn't you doubt it yourself if he made such claims to the child sleeping in that cradle?" Athena pointed vehemently to the room where I laid.

"I don't...there has to be some mix up on our part. Did we not just pull out that three pound baby from the lady over there?" He asked a nurse beside him.

The nurse nodded her confirmation, even though Dr. Clyde's expression remained in doubt.

The real couple, an Indian woman and a Black American native walked into the room, and began exclaiming over their baby boy.

"Wait! What?" Damien turned to Athena.

"Oh that stupid girl!" Athena yelled.

One thing was certain, I had alot of explaining to do, and the other thing was, this was not the life I had wanted for myself, but Fate had somehow, dealt me the wrong cards.

Now, I was only going to be hurled with insults, and reminded of how useless I am.