Page 2 of Someone Like You
“Can we talk?” Chad had been Peter’s friend since medical school. He and his father ran a fertility clinic in town. That day Chad had looked serious. So Brooke and Peter excused themselves from the group and moved with Chad a few rows back to an empty section in the stadium. When it was just the three of them, Chad pressed on. “My father has a colleague who has gained ownership of three frozen embryos. Siblings. He thought … you might be interested.”
Back then, Brooke and Peter had been trying for years to have a baby. Their families would’ve been shocked to know they couldn’t get pregnant. With their busy careers everyone just assumed Brooke and Peter weren’t ready for babies yet. Their struggle with having a child was something they hadn’t told anyone except Chad and his father.
And so they had met a few times with Chad in the weeks leading up to Luke’s graduation. The plan was to take the least invasive steps at first, and if they still had no baby, to move toward in vitro fertilization. But there was a problem. Peter’s numbers made even that a remote possibility.
Brooke could still remember the way her heart had skipped a beat when Chad began the quiet conversation that day. Frozen embryos? Neither of them had considered such a thing. Peter spoke first. “You mean, taking someone else’s frozen embryos and …”
“Implant them in Brooke.” Chad had never seemed more serious. “It’s only been done a handful of times, but with a relatively high success rate.”
That day, in the most surreal conversation Brooke could remember before or since, Chad explained that a couple in Portland, Oregon, had successfully delivered a baby through IVF. But the birth was complicated, so the couple decided they were finished having children. But there was a problem.
Three frozen embryos remained.
Tiny little souls on ice, ones that the couple wouldn’t dream of having washed down a medical office sink. “As you know, embryos are very small children.” Chad had looked intently at them. “That’s what I believe, anyway.” He paused. “My dad told me to see if you were interested. Before he found another couple.”
“Has the Portland couple signed a release form?” Peter leaned over his knees and stared at Chad. “Is there even paperwork for this kind of thing?”
Chad nodded. “It’s new, but yes. The Portland couple has officially terminated their rights to the embryos and signed them over to a doctor in Oregon. That was five years ago. The babies have been in a deep freeze canister since then.”
“And they’re still viable?” Peter had looked doubtful. “Embryos on ice that long?”
“All research suggests they are.” Chad had shrugged. “A few weeks ago that doctor met my dad at a conference. He’d sort of forgotten about the three embryos until he and my dad talked. He found out my father and I work with infertility.” Chad took a breath. “He signed over the embryos to our clinic so we could find a willing couple.”
“How would that work with us?” Peter shook his head. “The babies already belong to your clinic.”
“It’s temporary. We would sign rights to you andBrooke … if you’re interested.” Chad took a breath. “It’s a transfer of property, technically. You would sign paperwork at implantation.” His expression had darkened. “There is one thing. The Portland couple wants complete secrecy surrounding this.”
Understandably the pair had known how rare embryo adoption was and that the media might turn the situation into a circus. “You two would have permission to tell your child or children, of course. And any close family members. But otherwise you’d have to keep the details to yourself. Any baby you might have from the embryos would not have permission to find his or her biological parents, and the biological parents have committed to never look for any children that might come from this.”
Secrecy had seemed like a small concession at the time. Peter and Brooke promised to talk about the possibility and get back to Chad. But in the end there was nothing to talk about. If Brooke took the appropriate hormones, and if she allowed Chad’s father—Dr. Daniels—to surgically implant the three embryos, she could be pregnant in a matter of months.
Which was exactly what happened.
Dr. Daniels implanted all three frozen embryos into Brooke’s uterus and before Brooke and Peter had time to explain the situation to their families, she was expecting. Not three babies, but one. One precious child.
After that, with everyone they knew congratulating Brooke and Peter on the pregnancy, it had seemed awkward to talk about how the baby got there. No one had ever heard of embryo adoption. Why worry their families? And in an attempt to honor the other couple’s wishes, Brooke and Peter made a decision. Better to keep thedetails to themselves. That way they wouldn’t be in danger of violating the contract.
Besides, it was easy to believe the baby really was Brooke’s. The child had grown inside her, after all. When the tiny infant kicked, Brooke felt her little feet, and week by week she watched her belly grow. What could be more real than that?
When they found out the baby was a girl, they chose the most obvious name.
Madison. Gift of God. Which was the only way to describe how Brooke had gone from infertility to motherhood so quickly.
They were always going to tell Maddie, really they were. But most days it was easier to go along with the lie, pretend Maddie was their own flesh and blood. Maddie looked like them, after all. And Brooke even had the stretch marks to prove it.
Two years later, Hayley was a surprise. A natural pregnancy. Dr. Daniels told them that sometimes after an embryo adoption, a woman’s body is able to get pregnant. For Brooke and Peter their second baby was simply a miracle. Another gift from God.
But somehow Brooke and Peter fell away from God. Too busy, too academic. They had the children they wanted so God fell by the wayside. Not until after Hayley fell into the swimming pool at a birthday party did Brooke and Peter run back to the faith they’d started with.
And even then they didn’t tell Maddie the truth.
The memories faded as the familiar refrains of “Pomp and Circumstance” filled the stadium. Brooke stared at Maddie again. She would tell Connor yes if he asked her tomorrow. So Maddie was about to get married. Whichmeant she would likely have babies of her own one day. And then she wouldhaveto know the truth.
Please don’t hate me, baby girl. God, please help her not to hate me.
Now these twenty-two years later, Brooke had no idea how she and Peter would break the news to Maddie. How could she tell her daughter, the one she gave birth to, that she had biological parents in Oregon? That she wasn’t a part of the Baxter family or the West family, like she’d always thought.
And that everything she’s ever believed about her life was not the truth, but a lie.
