I Became a Surrogate for My Sister And Her Husband, When They Saw the Baby, They Yelled, This Isnt the Baby We Expected

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Before I could speak, her husband Jason stepped in. Calm, composed, calculating. “We’ve spoken to specialists,” he said. “They recommended surrogacy. A biological sister would be ideal.”

Rachel turned to me, trembling. “Would you… carry our baby?” Her voice was barely audible.

That night, my husband Luke and I talked for hours. “You’ve already had four pregnancies,” he said gently. “This isn’t a small ask.”

“I know,” I said. “But if I can give Rachel what she’s been aching for, how can I not try?”

When we said yes, Rachel collapsed into tears. “You’re saving me,” she whispered. “You’re giving us everything.”

The pregnancy revived her. She came to every appointment, painted the nursery, talked to my belly for hours. My boys called it “Aunt Rachel’s baby.” Our house was full of laughter again.

Then labor came—fast and fierce. I gripped the hospital bed, Luke calling Rachel again and again. No answer.

“She’ll be here,” I gasped. “She has to be.”