PART 6 – One Ordinary Phone Call Made Me Question Every Promise My Husband Had Made Since the Day He Asked Me to Become a Surrogate

On Friday morning, I had another appointment.

Daniel offered to drive me.

I told him I could manage.

He looked surprised.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. You have work."

He studied my face.

Then he nodded.

"Call me when you're finished."

I drove to the clinic alone.

The waiting room was quiet.

A woman near the window was reading a magazine.

Another couple sat together, holding hands.

I looked down at my stomach.

The baby moved gently.

I placed my palm over the spot.

"Everything is going to be okay," I whispered.

I wasn't sure whether I was talking to the baby or myself.

The appointment went normally.

The doctor asked how I was feeling.

I answered honestly about the tiredness and occasional discomfort.

Everything appeared to be progressing as expected.

When I left, Daniel had already sent me a message.

How did it go?

I stared at the screen.

Then I replied.

Everything looks fine.

He responded almost immediately.

Good. Proud of you.

I put my phone away.

On the drive home, I stopped at a grocery store.

I bought milk, bread, and the cereal Sophie liked.

At the checkout, I noticed a little baby blanket near the register.

It was pale yellow.

I almost bought it.

Then I remembered that the baby wouldn't be coming home with me.

I put it back.

That small moment hurt more than I expected.

When I arrived home, Daniel called.

"Are you back?"

"Yes."

"Did you buy anything?"

"Just groceries."

He paused.

"Listen, Graham asked whether everything was going well."

I tightened my grip on the phone.

"He did?"

"Yes. He's excited."

I looked toward the refrigerator.

Sophie's drawing was still there.

"That's understandable."

Daniel laughed softly.

"He's going to be a father. Of course he's excited."

I didn't answer.

Then Daniel asked whether I wanted him to bring dinner home.

I said no.

We ended the call.

I stood in the kitchen for several minutes.

The question kept returning.

Why had Daniel said I didn't know who I was carrying the baby for?

I couldn't make sense of it.

I thought about calling Graham.

But what would I say?

I barely knew him.

And if Daniel had been hiding something, I didn't want to warn him that I was beginning to ask questions.

That evening, Daniel arrived home later than usual.

He apologized and said work had been busy.

I didn't challenge him.

We ate dinner with Sophie.

She talked about a school activity and asked whether we could make cookies together on Sunday.

Daniel promised we would.

After she went upstairs, I began clearing the table.

Daniel came behind me.

"Leave those. I'll do them."

I turned.

"You don't have to."

"I know."

He picked up the plates.

I watched him carry them to the sink.

For months, I had wanted this version of my husband back.

Now I couldn't stop wondering whether his kindness had a purpose.

Later, when he went to shower, his phone vibrated on the kitchen counter.

I looked at it.

I didn't touch it.

I didn't unlock it.

I simply saw the name displayed on the screen.

Graham.

A new message.

I stepped away.

My heart was beating faster.

I knew I needed answers.

But I also knew that whatever I discovered might change everything.

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