I became a mother to my friend’s child.

I became a mother to my friend’s child.

For a long time, I kept the truth a secret and tried not to tell anyone. I was eagerly awaiting the arrival of my son.

I started my family 5 years ago and was genuinely happy. However, my good friend was the complete opposite. She couldn’t stand children, and serious relationships were a big challenge for her. Suddenly, she found someone who fully met her requirements.

Some time later, my friend found out about her pregnancy, which was not initially part of her plans. As the pregnancy was already quite advanced, it was too late to terminate it. The guy, upon learning everything, simply abandoned her.

Mary immediately warned the doctor – as soon as she gives birth to the baby, she would write a refusal. The doctor, hearing such a decision, asked if the woman would regret it in the future. But my friend confidently answered “no”. Everyone just shrugged their shoulders, as no one can force a person to change their decision.

I was the first one who tried to talk her out of it. However, she shouted that this child would only ruin her life.
“Do you want to ruin my life? If you want, you can take this child for yourself, but you don’t need to convince me.”

I didn’t say anything more to her, but at that moment I realized that I wanted to take the child for myself. My family, of course, had mixed feelings about my decision. The next day, I sat in the doctor’s office and told him about my plan. We decided that as soon as Mary gave birth, we would reissue all the documents as if I had given birth to both children.

Mary did not object, because she did not even want to see this child. Three days later, I gave birth to my son, and a week later – a girl was born, who was now to become my daughter.

13 years have passed, Mary moved to another city even earlier, since then we stopped communicating with her. I don’t know what happened to her. But I decided to tell my daughter the whole truth, I think it’s better for her to hear everything from me than to hear gossip behind her back. Although, I admit, I was very afraid of her reaction. But my daughter’s response once again convinced me that I am indeed a very happy person.

“Mom, I’m not a kid and I understand everything. You will always be the dearest to me.”