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.
The 18th Birthday Surprise I Planned for My Stepmom Turned Her World Upside Down
My 18th birthday was a day I’ll never forget, not just because it marked my official transition into adulthood, but because it was the day I planned to reveal a surprise for my stepmom — one that I hoped would change her life in a way she never saw coming.
Have you ever felt like life is one long, unscripted drama, where every scene holds the potential to either break you or forge you into something stronger?
My life’s been a bit like that.
Navigating through the choppy waters of loss and new beginnings, I found myself at the helm of a decision that could either be the most heartwarming episode or a plot twist gone wrong.
My name is Sarah and this is the story of how my entry into adulthood became unforgettable for the most surprising reason.
After my mom passed away when I was just 11, life felt like an endless storm. My dad, lost in his own sea of grief, found a beacon of hope in a new woman and eventually remarried.
That’s how my stepmom, Olivia, came into my life, and she would become much more than just a new face in the house. She became a great source of stability for me, always offering love and support when I needed it.
At first, though, I wasn’t ready for her. I was too angry, too wrapped up in my grief to see her for who she was. I remember the day she moved in — I stayed locked in my room, listening to the muffled sounds of her unpacking, refusing to acknowledge that she was now a part of our lives.
I thought, How could my dad move on so quickly? How could he bring someone new into our home?
But contrary to my fears, Olivia never forced her way in. She gave me space, patiently waiting until I was ready to talk. And when I finally did, she was there, listening without judgment. One night, I had a nightmare about my mom. I woke up sobbing, drenched in sweat. Olivia heard me from the hallway and quietly opened my door.
“Sarah, sweetie, it’s okay. You’re safe,” she whispered as she sat beside me, her hand gently rubbing my back. I didn’t push her away. For the first time, I let her comfort me, and as she held me, I felt a small sliver of warmth amid the grief.
And just like that, Olivia and I became close. She never tried to take my mom’s place but filled our home with a light I thought we’d lost forever. “I’m here for you, always,” she’d tell me, her words a soothing balm for my aching heart.
But life had another curveball waiting. When we lost my dad, the silence in our home was deafening. I remember us sitting in the dimly lit living room, the air heavy with fear and uncertainty.
“I can’t imagine how hard this is for you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I want you to know, I’m here for you. We’re family, no matter what.”
Her words were a lifeline in my sea of despair. “But everyone’s saying you’ll leave… go back to your family,” I mumbled, struggling to hold back tears. “Will I…will I go to an orphanage?”
It wasn’t just my fear of losing her. I’d overheard people whispering at the funeral: speculations about how Olivia would pack up and leave, how she had no reason to stay now that my dad was gone. The idea terrified me. I didn’t want to be alone again.
“No, sweetie. You’re not going anywhere and neither am I. Look at me,” she said, her hand finding mine in the darkness. She then cupped my face, planting a tender kiss on my forehead. “We’ll get through this together.”
For a moment, the heaviness in my chest lifted. Olivia’s presence had always been steady, like an anchor in the storm. She stayed by my side through every awkward family gathering where people looked at us with pity and through every sleepless night where grief threatened to swallow me whole. And slowly, I began to trust that she meant it when she said she wasn’t going anywhere.
And she was right. Despite the whispers and sideways glances from others, she stayed, proving that the bonds of the family we choose are as strong as those we are born into.
On the morning of my 18th birthday, the air was thick with anticipation, not just for the usual celebrations but for a surprise I had been planning for years.
Olivia greeted me with her warm, comforting smile, one that had often brightened my mood since the day she stepped into our lives.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” she said, handing me a small, beautifully wrapped box. Her eyes sparkled with the love and care that had become her trademark.
I took the box, my hands shaking slightly. I wasn’t nervous about the gift inside — it was the gift I had for her that had my heart racing.
“Thank you,” I replied, my heart swelling with gratitude for this woman who had chosen to stand by me through everything. “I have a surprise for you too, but… you’ll need to pack your things.”
The look of confusion on her face was immediate. “Pack my things?” she echoed, the joy of the moment fading into uncertainty. “Are you… Are you serious?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “I want you to pack your things in the next hour. You’re leaving this house.”
Her laughter, light and disbelieving at first, died down as she saw the seriousness in my eyes. “But why, dear? I thought we were a family…” Her voice trailed off, a hint of despair creeping in.
I could feel my resolve wavering. The way her voice cracked, the pain in her eyes — it was more than I had anticipated. But I couldn’t back down. Not now. Not yet.
“It’s time,” I began, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. “I’ve been planning this since the day Dad died. You are going to another city.”
She sat down at the kitchen table, her hands shaking as she reached for something to steady herself, but her fingers grasped at nothing. Her breath hitched as she whispered, “I don’t understand. What did I do? Why are you sending me away?”
In a moment that felt more like a scene from a movie, I loaded her sparse belongings into the car and drove her to a new destination, all while she sat beside me in a silence that was heavy with confusion and sorrow.
The drive was a long and silent one, filled with unspoken questions and tension. I was the first to talk.
“You didn’t know that my father opened an account in my name when I was a child, where he saved money for my education. Since his death, I’ve also put all my money, from my part-time jobs and gifts, into this account. Now, there’s a large sum.”
Olivia turned to me, a mixture of pain and understanding in her eyes. “I understand. You’re an adult now, you have money and you don’t need me anymore. But why are you sending me so far away? You don’t want to see me at all?”
Her voice cracked, and the words felt like daggers in my chest. I had never imagined this moment would hurt so much.
As we pulled up in front of a quaint, beautiful house, the surprise I had been harboring was finally ready to be unveiled.
“I will be spending some of this money on education,” I continued, pointing to the house. “At an Ivy League university in the city, we’re in now, where I have already been accepted. Do you see this house?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice laden with confusion and a trace of hope.
“I bought this house for you,” I revealed, the tension finally breaking. “There was enough money for everything. Now I will study here and you will live next door. We won’t have to be apart, and if you want, you can go back to our old house at any time, or we can return together after I finish my studies.”
She sat in stunned silence for a long moment, her eyes locked on the house. “You… you bought this for me?” she whispered, her voice shaking.
The tears came then, unbidden and free, marking the moment with an emotional intensity that words could hardly capture. We hugged, our tears mingling, a testament to the depth of our bond and the love that had grown between us over the years.
“I love you, Sarah,” said Olivia, her voice barely a whisper but still audible.
“I love you, too,” I replied, reaching for the house keys in my bag and placing them in her hand.
It was a birthday unlike any other, marked not just by the receiving of gifts, but by the giving of a future, a home, and a promise of continued family, no matter what life might bring.
This was our story, a stepdaughter and her stepmom, navigating the complexities of life together, proving that love, indeed, knows no bounds.
As we stood there, holding onto each other in front of her new home, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I had done it: I had given back to the woman who had given me so much.
For the first time in years, I felt like I could truly breathe, knowing that we had a future, together.
Do you think my surprise was a good one?
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