My Crazy Normal

CALISSA'S POV

I opened my eyes to the white bright lights of my hospital room. The fact that I was awake now was evidence that I had not imagined it.

I had delivered another bouncing baby boy, and a beautiful one at that.

"whose baby is this?!" I heard Damien's voice boom loudly while I laid on the hospital bed.

"There is absolutely no way my sperm did that!!" He said in vehemence.

"You will wake the baby and his sleeping mother Sir, please leave." I heard the nurse say to him.

"I don't bloody care! That is not my child!" He yelled out angrily.

"How can I possibly have that baby?!" He continued to ask the Doctor.

Sigh.

Pause, rewind, stop. I know you must be wondering, what is going on? How did we get here? And who is the man screaming about a baby?

We were at the Miami Central Hospital, Florida, at the time. Where I put to birth a bouncing baby boy, although it was not HIS bouncing baby boy, because the baby was black, and Damien is Caucasian white.

I had been registered here a few months back, and in all my years of being a surrogate, I had never once had to be in a position such as this one. All my clients were always left happy with their results.

Except this one time, when a lady gave me the sperm of her lover, instead of her husband's. It was a terrible mix up.

She had wanted a child for both men, but first for her husband. Nevertheless, when the baby was born, that was the end of her marriage.

Here is how it started, my name is Calissa Knowles, and I am a professional surrogate, and an undercover Escort at Madame Priscy's Escort Company.

Yes, it is what I do, and my family is only aware of one. I am a five foot, six heightened, thick shaped, size twelve, young lady, with full cheeks and dimples.

Being under pressure as the seemingly untalented, chubby baby my mother hated, I was forced to fit into the huge shoes my older sister had left behind, every single time. I was left to fend for my needs, because my mother ensured She and Athena got the best of everything from my Father, leaving me with crumbs to feed on.

Nothing ever went right for me. I was just not thin to my bones and tall on heels. I took after my Father, Mr. Chesterson Knowles, a hard working engineer who had suddenly broken into wealth in the 1980s, after they had my sister.

So, they named her Wealth, because she had brought good luck to them, but she later gave herself Athena.

I, on the other hand, ventured into the world at an unexpected hour, when my mother was just trying to get back on runway again, two years after my sister's birth.

Then, I came along, a chubby baby who stretched at her womb and expanded her belly fat, making it extremely difficult for her to push. Leaving her no choice but to get a C-section cut.

I was named Calissa, a name she saw on a postcard somewhere in the hospital. She was frustrated enough, and couldn't bother with names.

I was just the extra child to her. The love and care and attention Athena got in full, I only got in half.

I was not the in demand girl like my sister. My Father's love for me was enough, and that was all the love I needed. Everything changed when my mother realised my size twelve body could hide alot of baby fat, and I never went out of shape no matter how much I ate.

So, when her sister needed a surrogate to carry her baby, God forbid it had to be either she or Athena, their perfect size four bodies could never go for it, and so, Aunt Lana asked me to do it for her, and my mother agreed.