
I Became A Surrogate For My Brother — But When He Saw His Newborn Daughter, He Said, “I Can’t Take This Baby,” And The Reason Made My Knees Buckle.
PART 1
My twin brother, Desmond, and his wife, Renee, had been trying to have a child for five long years by the time they finally worked up the nerve to ask me the question I’d already half expected was coming.
Would I consider being their surrogate.
Desmond wasn’t just my brother. He was my best friend, the person who’d shown up at every hard moment of my adult life without needing to be asked twice, especially in the eighteen months after we lost both our parents within a single terrible year of each other. I already had a son of my own, Eli, and I understood exactly the kind of love Desmond and Renee were aching for, the specific shape of the hole it left behind when you wanted it and couldn’t seem to get there on your own.