Taylor
An hour later, I'm on social media in my room.
Kennedy as she lurks just outside my bedroom door.
“Hey," I greet.
“Can I come in?" She asks.
“Of course," I reply.
She joins me at the head of the bed, sitting with our backs against the headboard.
“What are you doing?" she asks, peeking at my screen.
I show her my Pinterest Boards and new pins I just discovered. As I explain, I find her too distracted to truly see the addiction that is Pinterest.
“Spill the beans," I tell her.
“I have yet another favor to ask of you," she nearly whispers.
I search Kennedy's face for any clues. She's not sad or mad, stressed maybe.
She continues, “I hate to even ask. You already agreed to be our surrogate and egg donor. I fear we're taking advantage of you."
I place my left arm across h
