My eyes widen, choking on my saliva. Mrs. Smith chuckles and pats my back.
I drink the water a waitress brings before turning back to the doctor
"Excuse me?"
Is this woman crazy? I don't even like babies at all and now she wants me to carry one? No way. Ava, you can't.
"I don't even like kids," I tell her straight up,
"You don't have to like them to carry one, sweetie," She says, her voice so calm as though she did not drop a bomb for me to digest.
"Why should I do that, Doc, I already told you, I'm leaving this city as soon as possible,"
"You can't without money or documentation," She retorts. Fuck it, she's right. I only have $ 800 in my account.
"If you agree to do this, my ex-son-in-law and I will pay you lots of money,"
I take back my seat and sigh, covering my face in thoughts.
"You want money and I want to fulfill my daughter's wish,"
"That doesn't mean I'm willing to sell my womb!" I tell her sharply.