Demi's P.O.V.
"DEMI! Demi, over here!" I heard a familiar voice call and I smiled when I saw my two best friends stood up from their blue plastic chairs. People were staring at me because of the yelling and I gave them all an apologetic smile before rushing over and hugging them both tightly before pulling away.
"How are you? You're sure you wanna do this?!" Miley asked, gripping onto my upper arms and I laughed, pulling her hands off of me.
"It's a little too late if I didn't. I've already been publicly violated." I joked, making Liam laugh, but Miley just thumped him and turned back to me.
"I know, I know... but... it's a really big deal and this is your first-" I cut her off, cupping her face in my hands so she'd look at me directly.
"Miley, for the love of God, breathe. I'm fine, everything's going to be fine and you're gonna get a baby at the end of all this... it's your baby, I'm just gonna be the..." I trailed off, not really knowing a metaphor to use for what I am.
"The oven, that will open up at the end of nine months and you'll push out our bun." Liam said with a smirk and I rolled my eyes, hitting him with Miley in the arm.
"Thanks for scaring the crap out of me, Hemsworth!" I hissed and Miley pulled me down into the seat beside her as we fell into silence. Liam may be an idiot, but he's my best friend. He's been my best friend since we were two years old and he looked so much like a girl that our parents got us confused. We've been joined at the hip ever since and I met Miley in kindergarten. I found her weird, but she latched onto me and didn't leave me and Liam alone, so she kind of turned into my best friend too and the three of us have always been inseparable since then. They've been with me through everything. The good and the bad.
I looked around at all the people that were sat around us, some heavily pregnant and others hardly noticeable. There were little kids around too and I could see that Miley was in her own little world watching them. Her and Liam had been together since they were thirteen and they've been trying for a baby since we graduated High School until tests let them know that neither of them could produce a baby. Me being the good person that I am was stupid enough to lend my entire body as a house for nine months for a baby that wasn't even mine. It would be Liam's and Miley's, made in a petri dish in a lab somewhere and transferred into me, all for the price of twenty thousand dollars. I offered to pitch in, but they refused. They won't even let me pay my own medical bills because it was 'their baby' that I would be carrying.
"So, do you feel pregnant?" Miley asked, clinging onto my arm and I laughed a little bit, shrugging my shoulders. I didn't really know what to look out for and I didn't feel any different than I did a month ago.
"I don't know." I admitted, but it still made Miley squeal to the point where Liam had to remind her to breathe. He smiled at her and I smiled back at him before leaning back in the seat, my two best friends talking in hushed voices right beside me as I looked across at the couple in front of me. She was heavily pregnant, smiling down at her bump with her partners arms around her, his hands over her bump. They seemed so content and happy. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. This would be my first ever baby and it wouldn't even be mine, but I was doing a good thing. I kept in mind all the times that Miley and Liam have cried over the fact that they can't have children. I was hopefully going to put an end to that by giving them the family they've always wanted.