Like any deep web session, Reagan found herself down a rabbit hole of various web searches completely different from where she initially was going to torrent movies. She had been looking up various quick rich schemes and found herself clicking on something she normally wouldn’t have done.
“Gosh, you can be paid that much?” Reagan mused, looking at the kickbacks for blood plasma donations. Being sucked dry with needles didn’t fancy her, even if she got some dough out of it. After looking through some related medical donations or studies, she came across a link at the bottom of the page.
“Surrogacy?” As in, carrying a baby to term for another couple. Being someone else’s baby momma? Sure, Reagan was plenty promiscuous and had an active sex life, although she didn’t see having a baby in her cards. To lose her rockin’ bod to baby weight? No thank you.
On a lark, she decided to click it anyway to get a good laugh. And then nearly spit out her Dr. Pepper as her eyes read the new web page.
“Forty to fifty thousand in benefits?!” Reagan swallowed her soda, her eyes darting fervently as she looked at terms and dollar signs. Comfortably getting a half-grand package plus other benefits to carry somebody’s kid to full term; would she be willing to give up so much of her life to get that kind of cash?
Reagan considered where her life currently was at, shirking her college studies and hiding out in this dinky townhouse she had to share with four other people. And this could pay out almost as cushy as an office job, with clients with deep pockets at a surrogacy clinic two cities over.
Still, it was a radical decision to make. As much as the cash was attractive to Reagan, the implications were one that needed to be considered with sound, rational judgement.
Pringles and Dr. Pepper wouldn’t cut it anymore. Reagan needed brain food.
Leaving her hidey hole, unfortunately, made Reagan susceptible to the trash TV watched by her younger twin and older sister. They were in deep on an episode of The Shoal, one of those east coast reality show types about trendy rich people.
“Hey Reagan, come watch with us,” Phoebe offered to her twin.
“I can’t believe you actually watch this...stuff…” Reagan trailed off, bemused by what she saw on the TV. “Who is that?”
“Gigi?” Audrey replied, as the camera zoomed in on an expectant looking woman and her entourage. “Runs some line of makeup, tries to be a trendsetter, really hates her life coach.”
Phoebe provided commentary over this Gigi heading to her salon, with every employee in the shop focused on her service. “And ever since she got pregnant everyone’s been treating her like a queen! But she actually hasn’t revealed who the father is yet, which really upsets her brother and co-partner.”
“It has to be Luca,” Audrey said. “But she must be holding back the news to keep him from leaving.”
“But she had that fling with her tennis instructor,” Phoebe said, “so nobody really knows--Reagan?” The redhead turned but her twin was gone. “Where’d she go?”
“Hopefully she’s not out doing anything foolish,” Audrey said, cursing the untimely buzz of the dryer from the basement as some juicy gossip was dropping.
Now, Reagan didn’t necessarily make a foolish decision, but her seeking out the surrogacy clinic wasn’t a decision she had made solely for altruistic reasons. The promise of tremendous compensation, plus the idea she could garner lots of attention from playing the preggo card, were prime motivators for the bodacious redhead wanting to stand out from her twin and family.
Although it involved more effort than she had expected, forms to fill out, interviews to be had, medical tests to meet. There were some costs for her up front, which Reagan had weasled together with the theory that becoming a surrogate would more than make up for it.
Being a single, college-aged student without any previous births made her an unlikely candidate, information a nurse had told her early in the process, although Regan had schmoozed her way through the system given the positive results of her medical history. She was healthy, had never done hard drugs, could reduce her alcohol intake, was at the ideal weight for her age and in the prime of her fertility, although it wouldn’t be her eggs used in the process. In the meantime of this application process, Reagan focused back on college to look good for the paperwork, all to justify her history and increase her chances as she completed the rigorous process.
Many weeks later, after full evaluation and both her psychological and background checks cleared, Regan was contacted to come to the clinic to discuss her options. The good news Regan was hoping for, as her schemes reached a new stage.
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