Kids loved their parents no matter what, right?
As long as I was good and loving, my child would look up to me. Listen to me when I told them what was important.
I suspect no one would believe I could be good and loving. It certainly wasn’t something people experienced from me, except Harper.
Since I was nineteen, I’d dedicated my life to supporting her. I cared for her, looked out for her, was the loving family she needed, and how had she repaid me? She’d abandoned me.
A child wouldn’t do that.
When I got back to the office, I researched options in building my own family. There was adoption, but even with my money, I wasn’t sure I’d be approved to adopt an infant.
The next option was surrogacy. It amazed me to think there were women in the world that were willing to have a child for other people.
For money, of course.
I needed to find me one.
Not just anyone, either. She had to be smart and beautiful. It would be nice if she had the grace and elegance that came from being raised with money, but that sort of woman wouldn’t need to be a surrogate, so I’d settle for coming from a suitable home.
Once I found the right woman, I’d make her rich beyond her imagination.