Prologue
There was the clattering of a fork hitting a plate and an oomph as Finn fell into his chair. He looked up at Quinn with puzzlement in his eyes, disbelief, as if he couldn't quite comprehend her words. And really, he couldn't. For the past seven months, he had been getting excited for his baby, his first born. A little girl they would call Beth. A sweet baby with curly blonde hair and light hazel eyes, who he could teach to sing a play football. She would be as beautiful as her mother, a woman who he loved more than anyone else, or so he thought.
But now, that was all over. His baby, his Beth, wasn't his. She was his best friend Puck's. His best friend. The look of puzzlement was replaced by anger as he stood up and shoved his chair back. "Finn!" Quinn said fearfully as she tried to put a hand on his arm. He pushed away her hand. "You- Beth- she's Puck's? PUCK'S!" He advanced towards her all signs of Finn were gone and something else had taken his place. Something mean.
"Finn! I'm sorry! I'm truly sorry! I never meant for you to get hurt!" Quinn pleaded, tears streaming down her face. Finn stared at her, rage in his eyes. He turned away, grabbing his keys and jacket. "When I get back, you better be out of here." He menaced. "Anything you leave behind will be thrown away." He stormed out the front door, climbed into his BMW and took off for Puck's house. There was debt to pay.
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Rachel signed the last paper, confirming her pledge to surrogacey, and shook doctor Andrews' hand. "We thank you for your service to those people who cannot have their own children and we'll call you if someone has chosen you." Rachel smiled. "That's fine." She picked up her purse and left the hospital, hailing a taxi when she got outside. She climbed into the back of one that drove up, giving the driver her address. Her thoughts strayed to Jesse and her mother as she stared out a frost covered window. Rachel knew her own mother had been a surrogate, but that was when she was eighteen.
She was more mature than Shelby had been, old enough to meet her child and help raise it. Even if she was selected by a couple, she would be an active part in her baby's life, perhaps as an aunt. She wouldn't leave him/her with a letter, a boy and questions as her own mother had done. The driver stopped in front of her apartment building and she got out, not knowing that she would get a call just three days later, a call that would change her life.