"He doesn't have a mother",Richard replied solemnly.
"What?!",i exclaimed sharply.
"Dean doesn't have a biological mother. He was conceived through gestational surrogacy."
"Oh!", i stared down, a heavy feeling brewing in my chest.
"Don't you even know whose eggs it was?", i added, feeling really bad for little Dean.
No wonder he was so attached to me - he saw me as a mother figure in place of his absent biological mother.
He looked at me, his gaze deep and complicated. "Nope, i don't know whose it was."
"I've been the only parent present in his life ever since his birth till now." He cleared his throat, "That isn't same now - thanks to you, he now has a figure to call mom."
I averted my eyes, rubbing my hands together nervously. " I really wouldn't call it that."
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