I Became a Surrogate for My Sister & Her Husband — When They Saw the Baby, They Yelled, ‘This Isn’t the Baby We Expected’

What do you do when love turns conditional? When the baby you carried in your womb as a surrogate is deemed ‘unwanted’? Abigail dealt with that heartbreak when her sister and her husband saw the baby she birthed for them and shrieked: ‘THIS ISN’T THE BABY WE EXPECTED. WE DON’T WANT IT.’

I’ve always believed that love makes a family. Growing up, Rachel wasn’t just my little sister. She was my shadow, my confidante, and my other half. We shared everything: clothes, secrets, dreams, and an unshakeable belief that we’d raise our children together someday. But fate had other plans for Rachel. Her first miscarriage shattered her.

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A sad woman leaning on a table | Source: Midjourney

I held her through the night as she sobbed with grief. The second miscarriage dimmed the light in her eyes. By the third, something in Rachel changed. She stopped talking about babies, stopped visiting friends with children, and stopped coming to my boys’ birthday parties.

It hurt watching her slip away, piece by piece.

I remember the day everything changed. It was my son Tommy’s seventh birthday party, and my other boys — Jack (10), Michael (8), and little David (4) — were racing around the backyard in superhero costumes.

Rachel stood at the kitchen window, watching them with such longing eyes that it hurt to see.

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A heartbroken woman standing near the kitchen window | Source: Midjourney

“They’re getting so big,” she whispered, pressing her hand against the glass. “I keep thinking about how our kids were supposed to grow up together. Six rounds of IVF, Abby. Six. The doctors said I can no longer—” She couldn’t finish the sentence.

That’s when her husband Jason stepped forward, his hand on Rachel’s shoulder. “We’ve been talking to specialists. They suggested surrogacy.” He glanced at me meaningfully. “They said a biological sister would be ideal.”

The kitchen fell silent except for the distant shrieks of my children playing outside. Rachel turned to me, hope and fear warring in her eyes. “Abby, would you…” she started, then stopped, gathering courage. “Would you consider carrying our baby? I know it’s asking the impossible, but you’re my only hope. My last chance at becoming a mother.”

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A distressed woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

My husband Luke, who had been quietly loading the dishwasher, straightened up. “A surrogate? That’s a big decision. We should all discuss this properly.”

That night, after the boys were asleep, Luke and I lay in bed, talking in whispers. “Four boys is already a handful,” he said, stroking my hair. “Another pregnancy, the risks, the emotional toll —”

“But every time I look at our boys,” I replied, “I think about Rachel watching from the sidelines. She deserves this, Luke. She deserves to know the joy we feel.”

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A woman lying on the bed | Source: Midjourney

The decision wasn’t easy, but watching Rachel and Jason’s faces light up when we said yes made every doubt worthwhile. “You’re saving us,” Rachel sobbed, clinging to me. “You’re giving us everything.”

The pregnancy brought my sister back to life. She came to every appointment, painted the nursery herself, and spent hours talking to my growing belly. My boys got into the spirit too, arguing over who would be the best cousin.

“I’ll teach the baby baseball,” Jack would declare, while Michael insisted on reading bedtime stories. Tommy promised to share his superhero collection, and little David simply patted my belly and said, “My buddy is inside.”

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A pregnant woman holding tiny baby shoes | Source: Unsplash

The time for the baby’s birth arrived. The contractions came in waves, each one stronger than the last, and still no sign of Rachel or Jason.

Luke paced the room, phone pressed to his ear. “Still no answer,” he said, worry etching lines around his eyes. “This isn’t like them.”

“Something must be wrong,” I gasped between contractions. “Rachel wouldn’t miss this. She’s wanted it too much, for too long.”

An anxious man holding a phone in a hospital | Source: Midjourney

An anxious man holding a phone in a hospital | Source: Midjourney

Hours passed in a blur of pain and worry. The doctor’s steady voice guided me through each push, Luke’s hand anchoring me to reality.

And then, cutting through the fog of exhaustion, came the cry — strong, defiant, and beautiful.

“Congratulations,” the doctor beamed. “You have a healthy baby girl!”

She was perfect with delicate dark curls, a rosebud mouth, and tiny fingers curled into fists. As I held her, counting her perfect fingers and toes, I felt the same rush of love I’d experienced with each of my boys.

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A newborn baby | Source: Unsplash

“Your mommy’s going to be so happy, princess,” I whispered, kissing her forehead.

Two hours later, hurried footsteps in the hallway heralded Rachel and Jason’s arrival. The joy I expected to see on their faces was replaced by something else entirely. Something that made my heart stop.

Rachel’s eyes fixed on the baby, then darted to me, wide with horror. “The doctor just told us at the reception area. THIS ISN’T THE BABY WE EXPECTED,” she said, her voice shaking. “WE DON’T WANT IT.”

The words stung like poison. “What?” I whispered, instinctively pulling the baby closer. “Rachel, what are you saying?”

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A woman pointing a finger | Source: Midjourney

“It’s a girl,” she said flatly as if those three words explained everything. “We wanted a boy. Jason needs a son.”

Jason stood rigid by the door, his face twisted with disappointment. “We assumed since you had four boys…” he paused, his jaw clenching. Without another word, he turned and walked out.

“Have you both lost your minds?” Luke’s voice trembled with fury. “This is your daughter. Your child. The one Abby carried for nine months. The one you’ve been dreaming of.”

“You don’t understand. Jason said he’d leave if I brought home a girl,” Rachel explained. “He said his family needs a son to carry on the name. He gave me a choice — him or…” She gestured helplessly at the baby.

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A sad woman closing her eyes | Source: Midjourney

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I asked.

“You gave birth to four healthy boys, Abby. I didn’t think it was necessary to —”

“So you’d rather abandon your child?” The words ripped from my throat. “This innocent baby who’s done nothing wrong except be born female? What happened to my sister who used to say love makes a family?”

“We’ll find her a good home,” Rachel whispered, unable to meet my eyes. “A shelter maybe. Or someone who wants a girl.”

The baby stirred in my arms, her tiny hand wrapping around my finger. Rage and protectiveness surged through me. “GET OUT!” I yelled. “Get out until you remember what it means to be a mother. Until you remember who you are.”

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An angry woman yelling | Source: Midjourney

“Abby, please!” Rachel reached out, but Luke stepped between us.

“You heard her. Leave. Think about what you’re doing. Think about who you’re becoming.”

The week that followed was a blur of emotions. My boys came to meet their cousin, their eyes beaming with innocence.

Jack, my oldest, looked at the baby with fierce protectiveness. “She’s adorable,” he declared. “Mom, can we take her home?”

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Grayscale shot of a newborn baby girl yawning | Source: Unsplash

At that moment, looking down at her perfect face, something fierce and unshakeable crystallized in my heart. I made my decision right then and there. If Rachel and Jason couldn’t see past their prejudices, I would adopt the baby myself.

This precious child deserved more than just shelter, more than being cast aside for something as meaningless as gender. She deserved a family who would cherish her, and if her own parents couldn’t do that, then I would.

I already had four beautiful boys, and my heart had plenty of room for one more.

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A mother holding a baby | Source: Unsplash

Days passed. Then, one rainy evening, Rachel appeared at our door. She looked different. Smaller somehow, but also stronger. Her wedding ring was gone.

“I made the wrong choice,” she said, watching baby Kelly fast asleep in my arms. “I let his prejudice poison everything. I chose him that day at the hospital because I was scared of being alone… scared of failing as a single mother.”

Her fingers trembled as she reached out to touch Kelly’s cheek. “But I’ve been dying inside, every minute, every single day, knowing my daughter is out there and I abandoned her.”

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An emotional woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

Tears streamed down her face. “I told Jason I want a divorce. He said I was choosing a mistake over our marriage. But looking at her now, she’s not a mistake. She’s perfect. She’s my daughter, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making up for those first terrible hours.”

“It won’t be easy,” I warned, but Rachel’s eyes never left Kelly’s face.

“I know,” she whispered. “Will you help me? Will you teach me how to be the mother she deserves?”

Looking at my sister — broken but determined, scared but brave — I saw echoes of the girl who used to share all her dreams with me. “We’ll figure it out together,” I promised. “That’s what sisters do.”

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

The months that followed proved both challenging and beautiful.

Rachel moved into a small apartment nearby, throwing herself into motherhood with the same determination she’d once shown in her career. My boys became Kelly’s fierce protectors, four honorary big brothers who doted on their baby cousin with boundless enthusiasm.

Tommy taught her to throw a ball before she could walk. Michael read her stories every afternoon. Jack appointed himself her personal bodyguard at family gatherings, while little David simply followed her around with devoted admiration.

Watching Rachel with Kelly now, you’d never guess their rocky start. The way she lights up when Kelly calls her “Mama,” the fierce pride in her eyes at every milestone, the gentle patience as she braids Kelly’s dark curls. It’s like watching a flower bloom in the desert.

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A woman feeding her little daughter | Source: Unsplash

Sometimes, at family gatherings, I catch Rachel watching her daughter with love and regret. “I can’t believe I almost threw this away,” she whispered to me once, as we watched Kelly chase her cousins around the yard. “I can’t believe I let someone else’s prejudice blind me to what really matters.”

“What matters,” I told her, “is that when it really counted, you chose love. You chose her.”

Kelly might not have been the baby my sister and her ex-husband had expected, but she became something even more precious: the daughter who taught us all that family isn’t about meeting expectations or fulfilling someone else’s dreams. It’s about opening your heart wide enough to let love surprise you, change you, and make you better than you ever thought you could be.

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A baby girl sitting against the backdrop of Christmas decorations | Source: Unsplash

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KATIE HOLMES RAISES DAUGHTER IN COZY APARTMENT ALONE – RARE TIMES WE COULD SEE IT INSIDE

Katie Holmes, a single mother, has been residing in an apartment with her daughter ever since her divorce from Tom Cruise. The dissolution of their marriage was marked by acrimony, to the extent that the “Mission Impossible” star has been notably absent from their child’s life.

Suri, who has spent her entire life in Manhattan, New York, is on the brink of turning 18. Growing up, her mother intentionally shielded her from the public eye, particularly after parting ways with her father, partly due to ideological differences.

With this significant milestone approaching, Suri will legally become an adult according to New York state law. This newfound status grants her the opportunity to reconnect with her father and delve into the circumstances surrounding their estrangement, including discussions about his beliefs and the conflicts that ensued.

Tony Ortega, known for his extensive coverage of Scientology over the years, remarked in an interview, “Suri would have been too young to enter into any agreements, but now she is free to express herself if she chooses to, and it will be particularly intriguing if she has insights to share.”

Katie and Tom welcomed their only child together, daughter Suri Cruise, in April 2006. The couple exchanged vows months later, in November of the same year.

However, after nearly seven years of marriage, the actress filed for divorce from the actor in June 2012. Their divorce was finalized in 2013.

Allegedly, Katie decided to end the marriage out of concern for raising her daughter within Scientology, a religion to which Tom has been dedicated. Her departure from the institution and subsequent dissolution of the marriage created a significant divide between her and the movie star, leading to Tom’s distancing from their daughter over time.

Reports emerged that Katie had secretly leased a two-bedroom apartment in the Chelsea Mercantile building two weeks before filing for divorce from the “Top Gun: Maverick” star.

As the lease was nearing its end, she reportedly began planning a move from the $12,500-a-month apartment that she and her daughter had called home since the separation.

KATIE HOLMES RAISES DAUGHTER IN COZY APARTMENT ALONE – RARE TIMES WE COULD SEE IT INSIDE

Katie Holmes, a single mother, has been residing in an apartment with her daughter ever since her divorce from Tom Cruise. The dissolution of their marriage was marked by acrimony, to the extent that the “Mission Impossible” star has been notably absent from their child’s life.

Suri, who has spent her entire life in Manhattan, New York, is on the brink of turning 18. Growing up, her mother intentionally shielded her from the public eye, particularly after parting ways with her father, partly due to ideological differences.

With this significant milestone approaching, Suri will legally become an adult according to New York state law. This newfound status grants her the opportunity to reconnect with her father and delve into the circumstances surrounding their estrangement, including discussions about his beliefs and the conflicts that ensued.

Tony Ortega, known for his extensive coverage of Scientology over the years, remarked in an interview, “Suri would have been too young to enter into any agreements, but now she is free to express herself if she chooses to, and it will be particularly intriguing if she has insights to share.”

Katie and Tom welcomed their only child together, daughter Suri Cruise, in April 2006. The couple exchanged vows months later, in November of the same year.

However, after nearly seven years of marriage, the actress filed for divorce from the actor in June 2012. Their divorce was finalized in 2013.

Allegedly, Katie decided to end the marriage out of concern for raising her daughter within Scientology, a religion to which Tom has been dedicated. Her departure from the institution and subsequent dissolution of the marriage created a significant divide between her and the movie star, leading to Tom’s distancing from their daughter over time.

Reports emerged that Katie had secretly leased a two-bedroom apartment in the Chelsea Mercantile building two weeks before filing for divorce from the “Top Gun: Maverick” star.

As the lease was nearing its end, she reportedly began planning a move from the $12,500-a-month apartment that she and her daughter had called home since the separation.

During that period, the “Dawson’s Creek” alum sought to purchase her own spacious apartment in Manhattan. Sources indicated that Katie aimed to establish permanent roots for her daughter by becoming a homeowner.

Now, Suri has reached adulthood, and it was revealed that she was applying to colleges earlier this year with her devoted mother’s support. While her famous father remains estranged from her life, the three-time Golden Globe Award winner has agreed to cover his daughter’s college expenses.

Tom has been fulfilling his financial obligations by paying child support over the years, agreeing to provide $400,000 annually until Suri reaches 18. Despite the estrangement, he has consistently met his responsibilities in terms of financial support.

Expressing her desire to study fashion in New York City, Suri’s mother intends for her to remain close by so they can maintain their strong bond. Katie, described as “extremely overprotective,” is apprehensive about her daughter leaving the nest, according to insiders.

In a candid interview in 2017, Katie emphasized the paramount importance of motherhood and her unconditional love for Suri. She expressed her dedication to providing her daughter with a stable and nurturing environment, underscoring the joy she derives from witnessing her child thrive.

Additionally, Katie shared her enjoyment of spending quality time with Suri, particularly in the kitchen during mornings, reminiscing about preparing breakfast for her when she was ten years old.

When it comes to dinner, the brunette beauty shared that they often enjoy their favorite dishes, which include “pasta and lasagna.” During Suri’s early years, around the age of six, she and her mother would frequent the park at unconventional hours due to the heightened attention surrounding her parents’ publicized separation. Reflecting on this period in a July 2022 interview, Katie disclosed:

“We would head to the park at 6 a.m. just to spend time outdoors.”

Despite Tom’s decision to not engage with their daughter, Katie has remained steadfast in ensuring that it does not impact Suri’s upbringing, according to a source. The insider noted that being raised by a single parent has played a significant role in shaping Suri’s character.

The teenager holds an unwavering affection for her mother and has been characterized as “intelligent.” She is evolving into a “mature and insightful” individual who possesses a strong sense of her roots.

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