His Surrogate For Hire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance by BWWM Club, Esther Banks

better. Her assumption was he
would never be around and she would be there at the mansion on her
own with Charlotte, have the baby, and then it would be back to
normal.
    That was not exactly how it happened. None of her plans had gone as
she imagined. When she had not gotten pregnant, there was a stress, a
longing to fulfill the contract she signed. Now that there was a life
growing inside of her, it felt like a bit more than just a contract.
At least, that was what she wanted it to be. More than just a
contract.
    Teresa had been trying to convince her to ask Clay what was going on
between the two of them. But Diana had not been able to find the
right words. Could she simply ask 'what are we doing?' or should it
be something more like 'am I a little more to you than just your
surrogate?' What Diana did not want to do was assume because he took
her on a vacation for the weekend that meant they were something to
each other that they were not. Sex and attraction was not enough to
slap a label on it and call it a committed relationship.
    Diana was mature enough to know that, and also smart enough to know
she was under a contract for the surrogacy so of course that would be
what would come before any feelings that may, or may not, have
developed between the two of them.
    When she woke up, she wanted to have all of her meals in her suite,
but decided maybe it would be better to eat outside at the gazebo in
the garden. Getting some fresh air would help her clear her mind.
Diana let the chef know she would be eating outside, before going out
to the garden to see what was newly blooming.
    The warm air felt good against her skin. It would be fall very soon
and she would miss the summer weather. The baby was due in early
spring, giving her plenty of time to get a plan in order for her life
post partum.
    Diana thanked the chef when he brought her lunch to the gazebo.
Steamed vegetables, grilled salmon, and roasted potatoes. She asked
to skip the wine and opted for sparkling water instead.
    Alone with her thoughts and the roses, Diana ate her lunch in peace.
The sun felt invigorating on her face as she closed her eyes and held
her face up to the sun. She decided it would be good to go over and
lounge on the swing for the rest of the afternoon with her tablet so
she could catch up on some reading and possibly surf the internet to
get enrolled in some of the classes she wanted to take.
    Diana decided she would like to keep this kind of pace in life. There
was no reason for her to have to give up the calm she now felt. Being
here at the mansion showed her she could do anything if she put her
mind to it. Clay told her the story about how hard he worked and how
often he had to go against the naysayers.
    There would be a lot of hard work, but she had to do it. To have such
a great opportunity at hand and not take full advantage would be
insane. Numbers had always been a passion of hers and she wanted to
go ahead and get some classes under her belt for accounting. Nine
months would be plenty of time to get some classes completed.
    Sitting on the swinging chaise, Diana got a great view of the entire
backyard. The land, with expertly manicured lawns and the topiaries
in the gardens, the gazebo down by the pond, all of it was
breathtaking. It was the kind of just reward for the kind of hard
work and sacrifice Diana knew Clay put in.
    Right then, the desire was there to make a life for herself, a life
bigger than what she originally had in mind. Diana logged off of the
tablet, sat back and rocked on the swing.
    She could see the gardener turn around to talk with someone. Craning
her neck to see, she saw Clay walk up behind the gardener. The two
men spoke for a moment and then Clay looked up, seeing her across the
way on the swing. Clay threw his hand up, waving to her. She returned
the greeting, waving back.
    Clay made his way across to her. Her heart began racing just as she
realized she would have to tell him she was pregnant. Not knowing
exactly