The Surrogate

by Freida McFadden

There’s only one thing different about this baby shower from all other baby showers thrown for the other women in my company: I’m not pregnant.

Her boss iw doing all this and she is not pregnant fr....

She chews on her lip. “I would do it.” “Do what?” “Be your surrogate.”

Monica has to be obsessed with her

peers at me over the rim of her Diet Coke. She’s thoughtful for a moment. “You know, I’ve seen her listening outside the door to your office.”

My mouth feels dry all of a sudden. Monica is trustworthy—I know it. I don’t need to hear this ridiculousness from my supposed best friend.

She is delusional about Monica she wont believe her best friend. Which she has known for years vs. Six months.

Mrs. Johnson lives in Indiana. Her phone number was an Indiana area code, and she told me she was “born and raised” in Indianapolis. I grew up a Red Sox fan—I went to all their games when I was a kid. I could never put on a Yankees cap. They’d never let me come home!

Maybe someone else made that comment about the Red Sox. Could it have been Lily, from accounting? It’s such a small thing. It can’t be important.

She is so delusional .

punch in my passcode, which is my birthday. Yes, I know—it’s not very secure. But I don’t think anyone is plotting to steal information from my phone.

Monica probably be all up in her phone if thats the case.

She looks down at the positive pregnancy test lying on the table in front of me. She starts to reach for it, but I shake my head. “I can throw this away for you.” “Oh, no.” She snatches it off my desk and holds it up, admiring the two blue lines. “I want to save it. You know, as a keepsake.”

This is creepyyyyyyyy omg your not going to keep the baby so why?

But here’s the weird part: when Sam unlocks the doors to the car with his key fob, Monica immediately jumps into the shotgun seat.

Thats very suspect i would neve let someone sit in the front with the girl.

I remember a conversation we had at a conference table a few months ago:

Either she knew the husband and was one of his students...or is obsessed with Abby

She wants a recording of this? What the hell?

She grins at him. “That’s our baby.”

I would definitely slapped her.

Does Monica dye her hair black? Why on earth would she dye her hair black?

She wants to be her!!

I’m done living in the fast lane. Done rushing to make deadlines and getting pushed down the stairs.”

Monica smiles at Gertie—this time a genuine smile. “Thanks, Mom,” she says.

“And you’re never even tempted?” He snorts. “Of course not. I’m married.”

Wow so she is obessed with both of them and she is very delusional .