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I can’t hold back any longer. With one more thrust, I feel it too. My body trembles as waves of pleasure wash over me, and I know this is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

We’re both panting, trying to catch our breaths, the intensity of the moment still hanging heavy in the air. I run a hand through my hair, frustration and confusion swirling inside me. “Fuck, this shouldn’t have happened,” I mutter, the words tasting bitter.

She looks at me, her breathing still heavy. “Why? Isn’t this what you wanted? For me to be a surrogate?”

Her question hits me hard. Yes, that was the plan, but the reality of it is so much more complicated. “Yes, but that wasn’t my choice to make. Not only mine, I mean,” I admit, the weight of the decision pressing down on me.

It’s not just about what I want or what she wants. It’s about the entire plan, the others involved, the consequences of this moment. I’ve always been good at keeping emotions out of the equation, but this time, it feels different, messier.

I’m conflicted, my mind racing with the potential fallout. I know I was chosen to be the biological dad, but Kayla’s going to be furious. She wanted to be the biological mom so badly. We got caught up in the heat of the moment and now, Sofia might be the biological mom, and I didn’t consult the others.

I pause, the weight of the situation heavy on my shoulders. “Fuck, they’ll probably be furious when they find out, won’t they? Kayla’s going to be livid.”

Her response is immediate, laced with a defiance that takes me by surprise. “Who gives a shit about what she wants? And that method didn’t work out anyway. So, I’d rather carry my own biological baby than hers.”

Her words hit me with the force of a slap. She’s right, in a way. The method we chose didn’t yield the results we wanted, and here she is, offering a solution, albeit a complicated one. Her willingness to take control of the situation, to make a decision which affects her directly, it’s something I hadn’t expected.

“Look, if you’ll be the biological mom, you need to understand that you won’t have the—” I start, but my words are cut off as the door swings open.

Ivan stands there, his expression unreadable. He takes in the scene; us, half-naked on the sofa, and for a moment, nobody speaks. Did he hear us?

Chapter 7

Ivan

There they are, half-naked and clearly just as surprised to see me as I am to find them in this state. Fucking Maxym. I knew he had a wild streak, but this? It’s reckless, even for him.

We had a plan. Kayla as the biological mother, a choice we all agreed on because we knew her, trusted her. And Sofia? She’s a wildcard, a stranger we’ve only just begun to understand. How can we trust her to carry our future, our legacy?

And what if she decides to claim some so-called ‘rights’ to the baby? The thought sends a surge of anger through me. I make a fist, trying to control the sudden rush of frustration.

I stay silent, watching as they scramble to put their clothes on, a sense of urgency in their movements. I cross my arms, a silent sentinel waiting for them to finish, to acknowledge the situation they’ve created.

Finally, as they’re decent and the immediate shock has worn off, I exhale deeply, preparing to confront the chaos they’ve stirred. They’ve opened a Pandora’s box of complications, and now, we’re all going to have to deal with the consequences.

My anger is a live wire, sparking with each second I look at them. “How could you?” I finally explode, my voice a mix of disbelief and rage. “We chose Kayla to be the biological mother. We had a plan, Maxym!”

Maxym, still trying to regain his composure, responds, “I know, I know. It just happened, in the heat of the moment.”

“The heat of the moment, huh?” My voice drips with sarcasm. “So now you’re making decisions on your own? Without consulting us? I thought we were a team, a family!”

Maxym’s eyes narrow, a clear sign he’s ready to defend his actions. “It wasn’t like that, Ivan. Things got out of hand, and—”

“Out of hand?” I cut him off, my voice rising. “You jeopardized everything we’ve worked for, everything we’ve planned! Because of what? A moment of weakness?”

Maxym’s stance hardens, his jaw clenched. “It’s not that simple, and you know it. Yes, I screwed up, but we can manage this. We always do.”

I scoff, disbelief and anger mingling in a toxic cocktail. “Manage this? Do you even hear yourself? What about trust, Maxym? What about the fucking agreement we all made?”

He steps forward, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “And what about her rights, Ivan? She’s not just some vessel for our plans. She’s a person, with her own will and choices.”

I laugh bitterly. “Oh, now you care about her rights? That’s rich, coming from you. You’re the one who dragged her into this mess!”

She suddenly steps between us, her voice cutting through the heated argument like a knife. “Stop it! Both of you!” Sofia’s eyes are fierce, her posture defiant. “It was my choice to do this. I agreed to be a surrogate, but no one ever asked me about the biological parents. And since I’m basically a hostage here, I think I get a say in this.”

I look into Sofia’s eyes, searching for something, anything that might hint at the connection I thought we had. But all I see is determination and a hint of anger.

My mind is screaming, thoughts racing and colliding. “I thought we had something between us, but I guess I was wrong, Sofia.” The words are bitter, a mix of disappointment and hurt swirling inside me. I thought I understood her, thought therewas a mutual respect, maybe even more. But standing here now, it’s clear I was mistaken.

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