Okay my muse is hateful, just started my classes back and that when she decide to manifest herself with this little one. So please read, review and show love, I hope you will like it.
Surrogate
Summary: A man she hadn't met more than ten minutes in her all life was standing at her door begging for her help and she did not know what to do. When she had agreed to take the money and give them what they wanted, she had never thought she will see them again. She was only supposed to be a surrogate mother. Complicated situation leaded bonnie to agree to be a surrogate mother in Italy and she hoped to never hear about it but destiny and faith have plan of they own. Will she be capable to walk away from her blood and flesh once again?
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A knock at her door disturbed her peaceful nap and she awakened abruptly. Bonnie looked at the clock and it was four in the afternoon. She pulled her jersey and quickly checked that proof of her little nap had disappeared from her face. : She marked the page she left off on in the book she was reading just before she fell asleep when the knock became insistent. She snorted and yelled, "a moment please" and she started running to the door almost knocking the little lamp on the table near the entrance.
She stood on her toes to look through the peephole that was a bit high and she did not recognize who was at the door. Therefore she got a bit suspicious but only screamed through the door "I don't want anything that you are selling," and she was on her way back to the table and pursued her studying from the page she was on before her nap interrupted it.
"Bonnie Bennett, is there a Bonnie Bennett there?" the man asked a bit hesitantly, she came back to check at the mention of the name and became intrigued he knew her name but he had never met her, she was sure of it. So she assumed it was a university representative or maybe someone from the bank. She had been in debt for a long time and with her grams sick the finance were drowning.
She sighed and opened the door slightly, she looked fully at the man and he seemed like he had been having a rough day. She looked at him and found him somehow really familiar but she doubted she had seen him before because he was one of those Apollo's with unforgettable sculpted features.
The man had amazing azure eyes that revealed the blue of the most beautiful ocean, his skin was alabaster almost transparent , he had jet black hair that were as dark as a crow feather and his jaw line was a view. He was painfully beautiful she would have said if someone had asked her. But his entire traits were tense and he seemed really anxious, he was shaking his leg impatiently. If he was not so formally dressed and his suit did not look so expensive she would have locked the door and called the police.
"I am Bonnie Bennett may I help you?" she asked with a hint of hesitation and still maintaining the door half closed. She saw a little frown on the man face and then surprise appeared on his feature
"She is younger than I thought " he mumbles a bit taken, she did not look like she was more than twenty three, he must have had the wrong woman but his secretary had confirmed the address and the agency too.
Bonnie heard what he said and it alerted her. What does being young have to do with anything? She observed the man again and he really looked tense, something was fishy she thought. What was all of this about?
"Well hey mister what does my age to do with you being at my door "she asked a bit irritated, she wanted to go back to her studying and he was wasting her time. She had little free time, when her college schedule did not crowd her life; her time was spent taking care of grams in the absence of her dad.
"Sorry you heard that "he said. He really thought he had said that little thing in his mind; but he seemed he had said that aloud. He really did not know why he was even standing there but he really had very few options. She looked so much like her. He looked back at his car for a second; he hoped she was fine waiting by herself.
"Nothing actually. Can I come in Miss Bennett? "He said and Bonnie notice he had a bit of a foreign accent if she had to make assumptions she would say Italian, but it was really a faint accent.
She looked at him and became more suspicious. What did this man want and for a second she hesitated before replying "is that really necessary? Can you just say whatever you came here to say from the door?"She was being a little bit rude but she was not inclined to let a stranger in her house and the neighborhood was not known to be the safest place in the city. And even a man who looked like a roman god in a fancy suit would have to discuss whatever he came to discuss at the door,
"I would prefer if we can do it seated, what I have to say his really not a matter I would like to discuss on your porch." He argued but she did not give an inch and even pushed the door a bit, closing it more. That aggravated Damon; he looked at his watch and saw he might be late for one of his business meeting if he kept this up but this woman seemed like the stubborn type.
"I'll take my chances and have this conversation where we are standing right now" Bonnie countered glaring at him
"I doubt you would like to talk about your daughter standing on the porch of your door. But that is just a guess." He said with irritation this was not going like he was expecting.
Bonnie looked at Damon like he had lost his mind, she stared at him to make sure everything was fine with this man before bursting into a laugher. Damon on his part was annoyed maybe he had the wrong woman, he looked at her and she was really not matching up with the age the file was saying. If she did look like the woman on the picture she was younger, she could be the woman's daughter.
But if he looked at his daughter this woman was definitely the mother. His daughter Leila had that very distinctive crooked jaw, the cupid bow mouth and her eyes shape but his eyes color and her hair was slightly less dark than his. And seeing how his little angel was growing she might just be a carbon copy of the woman standing behind the door.
"Well is this a joke, because I don't have a daughter." Bonnie said still laughing she could not believe what was happening at her door, someone really thought this would be a funny joke which one of her friends had come up with the idea, if she find out she would probably end his life.
"Bonnie Sheila Bennett , daughter of Ruby Hopkins and Abigail Bennett " he asked waiting for her answer and she just nodded wondering where he was going with that but he pursued answering her unspoken question " well if that is you then you definitely have a daughter to whom I happen to be the father."
"Okay you sir need help, you might be insane I would remember if I had sex with you and ended knocked up. A pregnancy is a thing hard to forget" she said raising her voice a bit and starting to close the door but he was quick and stopped it with his legs.
"Italy 2009, how much was it again twenty thousand euro, a child and an assured discretion that was what the agency guaranteed. Correct me if I am wrong "he told her with exasperation and he saw how her eyes widen and her overall expression became tense. Her mouth fall agape for second and it seemed as if all lights in her brain had gone off.
"Kill me now" was the first thing that came into Bonnie mind, then she felt like her heart stopped beating , she looked at her stair hoping Grams was not awake and she could not hear the conversation going downstairs. Then her heart started racing and her mind also, tons of questions came in a fraction of seconds. Her year abroad came back to her and the secret she had buried deep and memories she had forced herself to forget threaten to resurface. She mentally cursed and she felt out of breath and bile rose making her mouth bitter. She was at loss for words.
She thought she had left this entire story in Italy and the cash for it was long gone. Nothing could prove that it even happened. She thought about negating everything in her file, she had used a picture of her mom when she was younger but one look at the focused man in front of her told her that it would not work. She started sweating; she had to do something no one knew about this, no one in her family knew and not one of her friends had heard about it. She was getting stressed and she forgot the man at the door until he spoke to her.
" Earth to Miss Bennett , I see that rings a bell" he pursued with a smirk and if she was not step away from a cardiac arrest she might have drooled over that smirk but right now her mind was racing and she was scared her grams would come out.
Bonnie stepped out of the house and made sure to close the door. When she came out he noticed how petite the young woman was. She barely reached his shoulder and the way she was looking at him, he felt the fire in her eyes. She grabbed his arm and pulled him a bit to the side, away from her porch and started talking through gritted teeth like she was hiding something
"What are you doing here; it was supposed to be anonymous. You were not supposed to come at my door with this crap" she said inflamed, she wanted to burn something at this point. This all story was a mistake motivated by other youthful mistake. She needed quick money at the time and it was quick money. She had not considered the consequences; she never even thought there will be consequences.
"Well I know it was supposed to be anonymous, and obviously I would not be standing here if it was not necessary for Leila sake. That is the name of your daughter and..." he could not finish. He was interrupted by Bonnie cutting him. The brunette vehemently interrupted to mention her rebuttal to having the girl labeled as her daughter.
"Don't call her that, she is not my daughter and I don't want to hear anything you have to say about her or about anything mister." She almost shouted but held it because her grandmother must be on the verge of waking up and she needed this to end before that happened.
"Anyway she needs your help and you are my last hope, she is in a complicate situation and that is why I am here." He pursued not losing his purpose even her angry green eyes could not stop him. He had to do this and he was not taking any pleasure doing it. He would have been happy if he never had to contact her for anything during his entire life but circumstances had decided otherwise.
"Are you freaking deaf or I am not clear enough, I don't want to know anything about this, about her. That shit happen seven year ago. I took my money and you took your daughter. So leave me alone." She shouted this time and Damon put his hand over her mouth to stop her. Leila was in the car and he did not need her to listen anything that was being said between him and the Bennett young woman.
"Don't touch me."She pushed his hand aside and slapped it away. She was angry everything related to her year in Italy was filled with bad memories and a darker place of her life. So she did not need them to come creeping back in her life one more time. She had erased everything from that time and this was guaranteed to pull her back.
Damon took back his hand and pointed toward the car where a little girl was sitting "she is the car and she does not need to hear what you were about to say. So please keep it low." When he said that Bonnie looked at the sports car parked in front of her house and she could make a little girl with curly hair, she stopped breathing and became emotional. Tears came to her eyes and everything became too real.
That is Leila, my daughter she thought and she was about to cry before her mind brought her back to reason she is the little girl you sold get it together Bennett. You know better now. She is not your daughter. You made that decision six years ago. She looked at Damon her eyes filled with pain and tears. Why did this man have to bring this crap at her door? She was done with that past and she had buried it.
"Let me be clear with you, whatever you want forget about it. I don't want to see her or you again, stay away from me and my house." She finished and entered her home not leaving him any time to explain. He knocked on her door again but she only threatened him to call the police if he persisted. So he walked toward his car. Bonnie peeped through the door and saw him open the car's door. He was adjusting the little girl seatbelt and she stole a glance at her daughter. But she only saw her hair. Beautiful cascade of black curls and then he turned to give a last look at the house before entering his car.
"She must be beautiful" she said aloud and her grams entered the room asking with a bit of confusion
"Who baby, I heard you talking was there anyone at the door?"
"No one Grams I was just thinking, there was no one." She said trying to rush to her room, she needed a good cry and she was barely holding the tears back and was sure her grandmother would see her glossy eyes soon enough.
"But whoever it was got you shook. You look like you have seen a ghost. You know you can talk to me baby girl." The elder Bennett could not be fooled when he came to her granddaughter; she had raised the girl and could tell when something was deeply wrong. And whatever it was this time it was big. She hoped Bonnie would come around and would tell her whatever it was soon.
"I know Grams but it is nothing. Don't worry yourself about it. Did you take your medicine" she said to distract the old woman. Sheila could read to her attempt but let it pass there was no point of pushing for more when it came to her granddaughter. She nodded yes and Bonnie walked to her room. Something was definitely wrong.
Damon was driving silently his mind was racing and he was pissed. He had travel all the way to this small town and he could not even tell the woman a word about Leila situation.
"That bitch" he cursed and his little girl behind giggled then started coughing which worried him.
"Are you ok back there principessa?"He inquired and looked to see if everything was fine
"I am okay but no bad word paparino, you owe a dollar now" the six year old girl said with a smile.
Damon looked at his daughter to confirm everything was fine; he would make sure of it when he dropped her off at her oncologist in an hour. She looked okay today but he wanted to be careful with her and make sure nothing disturbed her.
"Okay I will give it to you and even buy you an ice cream if you promise to never repeat that word" he told with a wide smile
"Okay but can we go now, I want a gelato" She answered with a smile of her own
"You know we can't now, you are late for your doctor's appointment." Damon said
"I hate going to the doctor, it is painful can we not go just today." The little girl said almost crying to the memory of the previous day.
"I know principessa but we have to but I promise you soon enough it will end." He said with conviction, he just had to convince bonnie to help. His daughter would not be victim to leukemia.
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