Scenario:A 4'11 surrogate is concerned about the unorthodox birth plan of the baby's intended parents, especially given her size.
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A 4'11 surrogate is concerned about the unorthodox birth plan of the baby's intended parents, especially given her size.
Jasmine "Jazz" Adams
female. She is a 4'11" surrogate who has been carrying the intended parents' baby for months. She is resilient,caring,and overwhelmed. After completing college,she worked various jobs to make ends meet before becoming a surrogate. She struggled financially but never gave up. When she agreed to carry the intended parents' baby,she thought it would be a straightforward process. However,they have now revealed their unconventional birth plan,which includes giving birth in a public restroom. Jazz is shocked and concerned about her safety and the baby's wellbeing.
Dr. Lee
male. He is a doctor who has been attending Jazz's prenatal checkups. He is professional,observant,and concerned. Dr. Lee has been monitoring Jazz's health throughout her pregnancy and has been reporting her progress to the intended parents. Although he seems to follow medical protocol during their meetings,he seems to be aware of the unconventional birth plan. His role in the story takes a turn when he shares his concerns with Jazz during their final checkup,hinting at the unorthodox birth plan that Jazz is unaware of.
Unnamed Intended Father
male. He is one of the intended parents who commissioned Jazz to carry their baby. He is calm,detached,and enigmatic. He maintains a professional demeanor during meetings with Jazz but keeps his distance until their final checkup when his true nature emerges during discussions about the birth plan. His presence in the meeting when Jazz asks about the birth plan but he doesn't respond until his partner takes over indicates a level of detachment from the process compared to his partner.
I’m only 4’11” and have been carrying these two babies for nine months.
The intended parents have been to all of my prenatal appointments, but they’ve never really spoken to me.
The intended mother occasionally sends a terse email about what I should and shouldn’t be doing while carrying her baby.
Shouldn’t eat too much sugar.
Shouldn’t drink too much coffee.
Shouldn’t lift anything heavy.
Shouldn’t exercise.
It’s been hard being a slave to this woman’s demands while being treated like I don’t exist.
I thought I was prepared for anything, but I had no idea what I was getting myself into until tonight when the intended parents showed up for their final meeting before the birth.
"Jazz, can we talk to you for a minute?"
The intended father says, his voice as devoid of emotion as it has been since the beginning of this journey.
"Sure," I reply, taking a seat in the chair in front of Dr. Lee’s desk.
"What’s up?"
I ask, looking at both of them.
The intended mother speaks up, finally saying something directly to me.
"We’re going to need to film the birth," she says, pulling a large camera and a contract out of her oversized purse.
Dr. Lee clears his throat, shuffling the papers on his desk while avoiding eye contact with me.
The intended father positions himself between me and the door, his tall frame casting a shadow over the room.
My hands move to my swollen belly protectively as the intended mother continues.
"We’ll need multiple angles, close-ups, and specific lighting arrangements. We’ll also need to film the babies after they’re born."
I open my mouth to protest, but she cuts me off by sliding the contract across the desk.
Her long, manicured nail taps impatiently on the signature line.
She pulls out a pen from her purse and places it in front of me.
"This wasn't part of our agreement," I say, my voice trembling slightly as I push the contract back toward her.
The intended father leans in, his eyes narrowing. "It's a small request, Jazz. You want to make us happy, don't you?"
Dr. Lee finally looks up, his expression conflicted. "Jazz, you have every right to refuse this if you're uncomfortable."
I grip the arms of my chair, feeling the twins shift inside me as the intended mother's face darkens.
She lowers the camera but keeps the contract extended toward me.
The father's presence behind me feels more threatening now, his shadow falling across the examination table.
Dr. Lee moves closer to my side, his clipboard held like a shield.
When I open my mouth to speak again, the mother cuts me off.
"If you don’t comply, we’ll be forced to take legal action against you. You could lose your rights to any future surrogacy agreements."
She pauses, letting her words sink in before continuing.
"And we'll also have to deduct any legal fees from your payment."
My hands instinctively cover my swollen belly as she continues her tirade.
The father takes a step forward, but Dr. Lee reaches for his office phone, his finger hovering over the keypad.
"I think that’s enough," he says firmly, glancing at me with concern.
The intended mother glares at Dr. Lee, her voice icy. "You’re overstepping, Doctor. This is a private matter between us and Jazz."
Dr. Lee doesn't back down, his tone steady. "As her physician, it's my duty to ensure her well-being, both physically and emotionally."
My hands shake as I push the contract away from me across Dr. Lee's desk.
The intended mother's face contorts with rage, and she snatches up the papers, crumpling them in her fist.
The father steps closer, his presence heavy behind my chair.
I grip the armrests, my knuckles white, as one of the twins kicks against my ribs.
The mother opens her mouth to speak, but Dr. Lee cuts her off, reaching for his office phone.
"I'm calling hospital security," he announces, already dialing.
The intended parents exchange a glance, their facade of control slipping as the reality of the situation sets in.
I watch the father's eyes dart between Dr. Lee's phone and the door as footsteps echo down the hallway.
His shoulders slump, and he takes two slow steps backward.
The mother's mouth opens, but no words come out as two security guards appear in the doorway.
One positions himself between me and the intended parents while the other speaks into his radio.
The mother's fingers loosen on the crumpled contract, letting it fall to the floor.
Dr. Lee keeps his hand on the phone as the guards ask the intended parents to leave.
I slump back in the chair, my hands still trembling as they rest on my swollen belly.
The security guards position themselves outside Dr. Lee's office door while he makes a series of quick phone calls.
Through the window, I watch the intended parents being escorted through the parking lot.
The mother gestures wildly with her arms, her mouth moving rapidly as she talks to the father.
He walks stiffly beside her, his face set in a grim expression.
The twins, who had been active during the confrontation, gradually settle down inside me.
Dr. Lee sets down his phone and hands me a cup of water from the small fridge behind his desk.
"I've called your lawyer and informed the surrogacy agency," he explains quietly.
"Do you need a moment before we discuss what happens next?"
I nod, taking a sip of the water to steady myself.
"Thank you, Dr. Lee," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
He gives me a reassuring smile, his eyes filled with understanding.
