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.
Four Years after My Husband Went Missing, a Dog Brought Me the Jacket He Was Wearing on the Day He Disappeared
Maggie had finally accepted that her husband had vanished on a solo trip four years prior. Maggie felt a surge of hope as their ancient family dog unexpectedly appeared, holding her husband’s faded jacket in its mouth. She followed the dog into the forest, motivated by something beyond reason, and discovered a truth beyond her wildest dreams.
I recall the day Jason departed like it was yesterday. He’d been fighting a bad attitude for months, yet this morning he appeared almost calm. He informed me he wanted a day alone in the mountains with Scout, our beloved black Labrador. Our children, too young to understand, were content simply watching their father scratch Scout’s ears, his first smile in weeks breaking across his face.
“Are you sure you don’t want company?” I inquired as I carried our toddler son, Benny, while our four-year-old daughter, Emily, squeezed my leg.
But he never returned.
The hunt began as soon as he failed to return that night. Friends, neighbors, and search teams explored the forest, shouting out his name, their voices echoing in the vast woods. Weeks passed, and everyone began to look at me with a horrible combination of sympathy and helplessness. After months, they proclaimed him legally de:ad, which I had no choice but to accept, though I was never completely at peace with it.
Life continued on. Jason’s hiking boots remained by the door, and his coffee mug, which had a chip on the rim, was never moved. When the kids asked about him, I’d tell them stories and do my best to keep his memory alive.
Then, on a calm Saturday, as I lay on a blanket watching the kids play in the backyard, I observed movement in the bushes. It was a thin, scruffy dog with a matted and muddy coat. At first, I did not recognize him. But then my heart skipped a beat. It was Scout. After all these years, here he stood, old and fragile but unmistakable.
“Scout?” I whispered, and as if in response, he took a step closer, a familiar green jacket dangling from his mouth—Jason’s favorite hiking jacket. I barely had time to process before Scout turned and started trotting toward the trees. Driven by a mix of hope and fear, I told the kids to stay put and followed.
Through the winding paths, over damp leaves and under low-hanging branches, Scout kept leading me deeper into the forest. And just as the sun began to dip below the trees, we came upon a small, weathered cabin nestled into the woods, almost camouflaged against the thick trunks and greenery.
Inside, moving around as if he’d never left, was Jason.
His hair was long and knotted, with a scruffy beard covering his face, and he appeared to be at ease in his alone. But he wasn’t alone—a woman stood alongside him, close and comfortable, as if they had a life together. My pulse hammered as I grasped the scope of Jason’s secret life.
I pushed open the door, and the creak startled both of them. Jason’s eyes widened, his face a mixture of amazement and acceptance.
“Maggie…” he murmured, his voice too calm and nonchalant.
“Jason,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. I looked to the woman next to him, then back at him. “What is this?” I asked, unable to believe what I was seeing.
His response dashed any hope I had left: “I found something real here, something I couldn’t have back there.” He looked to the woman next him and said, “Sarah and I have built a simple, meaningful life.”
His words felt prepared and hollow. Every reason he offered only fueled my sense of betrayal. I’d been grieving him for years, raising our children alone, convinced that he was no longer with us. And now, here he was, rationalizing a full abandonment that had ruined the life we had created.
Without saying another word, I turned and walked away. The guy I had loved, the father of my children, was a ghost I no longer recognized.
The next morning, I sat across from a lawyer, feeling stronger than I had ever been. “I want a divorce,” I replied, “and I want support for our children.”
That day, I let go of the life I’d been holding onto. I realized that Jason had chosen one route, but I had to construct my own, one based on love, honesty, and stability. I would shield my children from a world full with false promises, and I would never look back.
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