I woke up to whispering in the corner of the room. Dave, Storm, and Michael were huddled together in a deep conversation. My phone was vibrating also. I lifted the phone up to see who it was. I seen it was Brie and decided to call her later. Then I seen she called seven times plus texted three times. The little group must have noticed I was awake because they all turned to look at me.

I just had a gut feeling that something was wrong. I said "What is it?"

Michael whispered something to the others, they nodded, and left. He sat on the end of the bed.

He took a minute to speak but he finally took a deep breath and said "Reporters and paparazzi are bombarding the front of the hospital. I think they know you identity. We are handling it."

I sat up and grabbed his hand. I said " what are you going to tell them? Do they know I'm pregnant?"

He stroked my hand and gave it a kiss before he said "I don't think they know and Dave is going to tell them my assistant fainted and we want to make sure you are fine. But someone has a picture of us kissing on the beach."

My heart monitor started beeping because right then I began to panic, I got dizzy and my head began to pound. Michael made me lay down and relax. He said " Maybe it won't be a bad thing to come out as a couple. That way I won't be criticized for using a surrogate."

My nurse came in to check on me. She gave me another dose of medicine and informed us that the doctor was coming to talk to us.

Dr. Jacobs came in swiftly and said "Due to the current media situation I think it's better to get your rest and rehydration at the ranch. I will have a nurse there for a couple of days to monitor you."

Then Michael made plans to have me moved that night by ambulance. The paparazzi were posted out front so I was transferred out the emergency room with the ambulance backed up to the door. Michael rode with me.

The ranch gates were covered with people waiting for a sighting or a comment on the situation. The driver cut all the lights off in the ambulance but I still covered my head and Michael even laid his head on my chest to hide his face.

I was transferred to my suite and put back in my bed without any problems. Michael excused himself to shower and make some phone calls.

My room was cleaned while I was gone and the smell of fresh bed linens was the best. Storm came in and brought me dinner. She sat my tray on the nightstand then said "You scared me so bad. I am so happy you and the baby are going to be fine."

I didn't know what to say when she said baby but I didn't want to tell her there is more than one without consulting Michael. I thanked her and told her I didn't mean to scare her. I scared myself.

When the nurse came in to change my I.V. bag and give me my dose of medicine for the night I asked her to help me get in the bath. She let me do everything myself but she was there in case I got dizzy or weak. Michael came back while I was in the bath and dismissed the nurse. He sat on the side of the tub and helped me wash my back. Then he treated me like I couldn't do anything for myself when it came to drying off and dressing.

We settled in bed before he got serious. He sat up against the headboard and said "I have been thinking about how we should handle this situation and I think we should introduce you to my family then to the world as my girlfriend."

I couldn't say anything. It's one thing to be his surrogate and another to be brought out publicly as his girlfriend.

He said "I would like to have my parents here for a dinner sometime this week or next week depending on your recuperation. Then all it will take to come out publicly is a day out shopping."

I sat up to be able to look him right in his eyes. I said "So what happens if we decide to part ways when the babies are born? Will I always be the mother that gave her kids to their father or abandoned my kids?"

His brows rose then furrowed. It took him a minute to respond. He said "If that happens I will tell any and everyone that we agreed to a certain custody agreement. But don't think negative, we won't have to worry about that because we love each other right?"

I nodded and said "Yes I love you Michael." A tear was in my eye and I tried to wipe it away before he could see it but I wasn't quick enough.

He said "Why are you crying? Is something wrong? Are you hurting?"

I quickly explained that I never dreamed that he would love me. I was nothing like what I thought he would want to be his girlfriend.

He said "Baby I love you. And you are perfect in my eyes."

We kissed, laid back on the bed, and eventually fell asleep tangled together.