All Chapters of Gay Sugar Daddy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It was awkward, to go from yelling at the top of your lung in the restroom of the fertility clinic to walking next to each other with a cheerful four year old in between.It didn't get any better as the day progressed when we barely said a word to each other, but still remained together throughout the day. As planned, we picked up Pao after the appointment, had lunch, then did the grocery shopping.We came home to drop the groceries while waiting for Pao to finish her ballet class. I hid in my bedroom as he entertained himself out there doing God knows what, until it's almost 4 when he knocked softly on the slightly opened door."Are you asleep?" He asks in a low tone, trying to keep his voice down in case I'm napping.I don't answer him, shutting my eyes tight to preten

Have I mentioned how stubborn I am? Or the abundant milestones I've achieved in my life from that stubbornness?Done with all ten stimulation injections, also with the ultrasound, the blood work, and just a few hours ago my doctor shared how both my follicles are in eggcellent condition that she agreed, or rather surrendered to my stubbornness to proceed with the trigger shot."Yay! I did it! I did it guys!" I shout in joy in front of the laptop, videocalling my besties.The girl besties, since the gay guy bestie is currently sending his daughter home; Pao thr

I can hear clearly the cheerful voice along with a laughing sound from the other side of this door. Sighing, I open the main door of my apartment as the owner of the cheerful voice jumps off the chair and runs to me, "Tiaaaaaaa!"He's standing on the other side of the kitchen island, right where he was when he came in me last night. Not laughing anymore, just looking at me the way I am at him.Urgh, the thought of having his sperm swimming in my body is making me mad right now. Why did we go to that road. Have we learned nothing from all the IVFs we did before?"Where did you go?" She asks, pulling my hand towards the kitchen, "We cooked breakfast for you!"I really don't have the energy to entertain Pao so I keep looking at her papa that's still in the same outfit as la

We argued a lot over the next forty hours. That, and a plenty of sex too.It's funny how aggressive I was, debating every single point he raised when it came to his arguments why we should try again, and I seemed to win with my rebuttals.Then again when he made my toes curled with his tongue, or fingers, or uhm the needle, I was like this weak little Nemo who submitted to the sharks, willing to be eaten alive without giving much fight.I always, always forgot about what we were arguing about when I was in the heat of the moment. Only until the adrenaline was gone, I finally managed to think straight again. But it would be too late, because I was already thoroughly fucked by then.And

👱🏻's POV   Two days after the blow up, on that Monday morning, my lawyer contacted me about a letter sent from a certain family lawyer demanding for my presence the next day regarding the custody of Paola Harris Ortega. She sure worked fast on getting back the time she lost with her daughter, and silent too since I heard nothing from her until that morning when I was slapped with that letter and a thick proposal. I spent the entire day with my lawyer consulting the terms and each point of her demand, but the gist from our discussion was that, she wants Pao for four days four nights a week while the remaining is up to me and Hugo on how to divide it. From having five days five nights a week, she's demanding 90 percents of my time with my baby. I called