I couldn’t sleep that night. His words played over and over in my mind. I had no idea what to think. And truth be told, I wasn’t sure if even he knew what he had said. I wondered if he had meant them the way they sounded.

Our baby.

It had been an instinct that I’d been fighting for the past six weeks, to think of this baby as my own. I wasn’t just a surrogate any longer. I was the egg donor now too. Which meant that, essentially, for all intents and ...