"You want to control everything." I tell Colton.
He leans across the table and whispers softly,"I should have mentioned- I could be very protective. . . especially over the woman who's carrying my baby."
I blink. Then blink again. I don't know how to respond to that. If we were married and expecting, then it would be the most romantic thing he could say but we're not in that situation. I am not his wife or girlfriend.
I am His Surrogate.
