Cheryl McGregor, a 63-year-old grandmother, and her 26-year-old husband Quran McCain are thrilled to announce they are expecting their first child together. The couple, who have amassed a massive social media following, shared the exciting news with their fans in a recent video.
After facing several hurdles, the Georgia-based couple revealed that their surrogate is now pregnant. “It’s finally happening, we’re starting our family,” McGregor shared in the video, her excitement palpable.
The couple explained that despite McGregor being able to provide a viable egg, they opted for a unique path to parenthood. Their surrogate became pregnant using McCain’s sperm, and the couple plans to adopt the child from the biological mother upon its birth. “We’re very excited about it,” McGregor said, adding, “We can’t wait!”
This new addition will make McGregor a mother of eight – she already has seven children in their 30s and 40s, as well as 17 grandchildren. However, the road to this latest family expansion has not been without its challenges.
Last year, the couple’s initial surrogacy attempt was fraught with heartache after the surrogate allegedly breached their contract by having unprotected sex with her partner while the egg was being fertilised. “It just feels like we’re always getting screwed over,” McCain said at the time.
Reflecting on their journey, McCain noted, “At the moment it does feel like people are reaching out to us for the wrong reasons. We’re completely broke. We don’t get paid for our content. And then the surrogate goes and bleeds us dry.” He shared how they had supported their first surrogate financially, only to have the process fall through.
In spite of their trials, the couple’s relationship has remained strong since they reconnected in 2012. McCain first met McGregor while working in a fast food restaurant managed by her son Chris. Romantic feelings blossomed years later after McCain comforted McGregor when she faced negative comments on a TikTok video.
As news broke about Cheryl McGregor and Quran McCain’s surrogacy journey, social media users expressed a mix of surprise, curiosity, and well-wishes:
- “How is this possible?” questioned one user, echoing the confusion of many about the unconventional pregnancy announcement.
- “Congrats, but how?” another comment read, highlighting the curiosity surrounding the 63-year-old grandmother’s path to parenthood with her 26-year-old husband.
- One follower admitted their shock, sharing, “My jaw dropped….”
- Another fan asked what was on everyone’s minds: “IS THIS REAL?!”
The pair began posting videos together, documenting their relationship milestones — including McCain’s romantic proposal at an Olive Garden restaurant in July 2021. Now, their latest chapter will see them become parents together for the first time.
As the dust settles on this controversial couple’s surprising pregnancy announcement, we’re reminded that love knows no boundaries. Stay tuned for our upcoming feature on 16 famous couples who proved that age is just a number when it comes to matters of the heart.
I RETURNED HOME TO FIND A BIG YELLOW SUITCASE ON MY DOORSTEP WITH A NOTE — WHEN I OPENED IT, I WENT PALE.
The weight of the shopping bags dug into my shoulders as I navigated the familiar curve of the driveway. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn of what was now our house – mine and Liam’s. A thrill, still fresh despite weeks of living here, fluttered in my chest. This wasn’t just another rented apartment; this was the place where we would build our future.
Liam was away in Singapore for a conference, a necessary evil that felt like an eternity despite only being three days. I missed his easy laughter, the way his hand instinctively found mine, even the clutter of his work papers on the kitchen counter. The house felt strangely silent without him, a beautiful but empty shell.
As I rounded the last bend, my breath hitched. Plunked squarely on the doorstep, a beacon of jarring color against the muted tones of the brick, sat a suitcase. Not just any suitcase, but a behemoth of sunshine yellow, the kind you’d expect a flamboyant tourist to wheel through an airport. It looked utterly out of place, abandoned and somehow menacing.
My brow furrowed. We weren’t expecting any deliveries, and Liam certainly wouldn’t own something so…loud. As I drew closer, I noticed a piece of folded paper taped to the handle. My name, “Eleanor,” was scrawled across it in handwriting I didn’t recognize. Below it, two words that sent a shiver down my spine: “Open and run.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. My first thought, sharp and cold, was danger. Had someone followed me home? Was this some kind of twisted prank? My fingers tightened around the shopping bags, the flimsy paper handles suddenly feeling inadequate as a weapon.
My rational mind screamed for me to call the police. To back away slowly and dial emergency services. But another, more insidious voice whispered in my ear – the voice of curiosity, the one that always got me into trouble. What if it was a mistake? What if it was something…else?
Taking a shaky breath, I dropped the shopping bags with a soft thud on the porch. My gaze darted around the quiet street, searching for any sign of movement, any lurking figure. Nothing. Just the gentle rustling of leaves in the afternoon breeze.
With a hesitant step, I approached the suitcase. The yellow plastic felt strangely smooth under my trembling fingers. I peeled off the note, the hurried, uneven letters amplifying the sense of urgency and dread. “Open and run.” The words echoed in my mind, a chilling command.
My hands shook as I fumbled with the latches. They sprung open with a soft click, and the heavy lid creaked upwards. I braced myself, my eyes squeezed shut for a fleeting moment, expecting…what? A bomb? Something gruesome?
Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes.
The first thing I noticed was the overwhelming scent of lavender and something else…something sweet and vaguely familiar. The interior of the suitcase was lined with a soft, floral fabric. And nestled within, carefully arranged, were dozens of baby clothes.
Tiny, exquisitely crafted outfits in pastel shades – soft blue rompers, delicate pink dresses, miniature knitted sweaters. There were tiny socks, smaller than my thumb, and even a pair of impossibly small booties. My breath caught in my throat.
Beneath the clothes, I saw neatly folded receiving blankets, their edges embroidered with delicate flowers. A small, plush teddy bear with one button eye missing lay nestled amongst them. And then, my gaze fell upon a small, sealed envelope tucked into a side pocket.
My hands trembled as I picked it up. My name was written on it again, this time in a neat, familiar script. Liam’s script.
Tearing it open, I unfolded the single sheet of paper. The words swam before my eyes as tears welled up.
My Dearest Eleanor,
If you’re reading this, you’ve found the big yellow surprise. I know the note might have scared you – it was a silly inside joke with my sister, who helped me with this. Please forgive the dramatic delivery!
I couldn’t wait until I got back to tell you. Eleanor, my love, we’re going to be parents.
These are just a few of the things I’ve been picking up, imagining our little one wrapped in them. I know it’s early, and there’s so much to figure out, but seeing them, holding them, made it all so real. I wanted you to have this little glimpse of our future while I’m away.
The lavender scent is from the little sachets my mum used to put in our baby clothes. I thought it would be a comforting touch.
I love you more than words can say, my Eleanor. I can’t wait to come home and celebrate this incredible news with you.
All my love,
Liam.
The letter fluttered from my numb fingers and landed softly on the pile of baby clothes. The world seemed to tilt, the late afternoon sun suddenly blindingly bright. My knees felt weak, and I sank onto the porch steps, the rough brick cool against my skin.
A wave of emotions washed over me – disbelief, shock, and then, an overwhelming surge of joy that brought tears streaming down my face. A baby. Our baby.
The bizarre yellow suitcase, the cryptic note – it all suddenly made a strange, heart-stopping kind of sense. Liam, in his excitement and perhaps a touch of his sister’s theatrical flair, had orchestrated this unexpected announcement.
The initial fear evaporated, replaced by a warmth that spread through me, chasing away the chill of the empty house. I reached into the suitcase, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of a tiny blue onesie. A sob escaped my lips, a mixture of relief and pure, unadulterated happiness.
I picked up the little teddy bear, its missing button eye somehow endearing. Our baby. The thought echoed in my mind, a precious, unbelievable reality.
The silence of the house no longer felt empty. It felt full of possibility, of a future I hadn’t even dared to fully imagine until now. A future with Liam, and with the tiny life that was growing inside me.
I clutched the teddy bear to my chest, a silly grin spreading across my face. “Open and run,” the note had said. And in a way, it was right. I had opened the suitcase, and now, I wanted to run – straight into Liam’s arms, to share this incredible secret, to begin this new, extraordinary chapter of our lives. The big yellow suitcase, once a source of fear, now felt like a treasure chest, holding the most precious gift of all.
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