Amelie
"Maeve? Is she on board with this?" I asked for the umpteenpth time, and it was clear my incessant questions were getting on Hassan's nerve.
"Yes, Amelie. You don't have a problem with that do you?" He returned, his cold eyes fixed on my confused ones. He didn't want to reply to me anymore, but after making such a huge decision, he expected me to have a lot of questions, and he knew he had to answer them all.
"Can't we adopt? Don't you think getting a surrogate is going a bit too far?" I suggested, my entire head still running berserk.
"I don't want to adopt another man's child, I want a baby that has my blood flowing in their veins. I've discussed with Maeve, and she's agreed to be a surrogate mother for the baby." Hassan explained all over again.