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“Is this house to your liking, Hannah?”
I strolled with her through a vast living room, enjoying a moment with a new friend. Her sponsor’s gear lay everywhere, unboxed, with garments hung on rails or neatly folded and stacked tidily.
“It’s not like the primary site, as Victor calls it, but it’s nice, and he’s been incredibly generous. I can’t grumble; at least living here, I don’t bump into the heinous family.”
“Are they all like his Mom and Caprica?”
“Yeah, very much. They all live on Victor’s wealth and expect to be catered for in his will. The sister you met is the worst-behaved and least intelligent.”
“He doesn’t suffer their poor behavior, and that’s good. Victor also doesn’t interfere in how I deal with them.”
We talked a while longer, and I enjoyed Hannah’s company while being conscious that Victor was waiting outside. We hugged at the front door and exchanged cell numbers.
“If I don’t answer a call or message, I’ll be training, meeting with my coach, or having physiotherapy.”
“I’m free anytime unless I’m in lectures, Hannah.”
“Or getting pregnant.”
“Hah, yes.”
I hadn’t mentioned our surrogacy plan, that we slept together, or how we’d decided to shape time to dine, talk, and enjoy one another’s company. Hannah, knowing that her unrequited love slept his nights in my bed, wouldn’t serve any purpose.
I stepped outside and saw Victor standing a few meters away like a guard dog told to stay until his owner returned.