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Make Me A Daddy – A DILF For Father’s Day

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M.K. Moore

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Bennett Bates isn’t about to take no for an answer.
Sarah Ferguson isn’t going to say no.
A little misunderstanding isn’t going to stop Desmond from taking what’s his.

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M.K. Moore

Chapter One

Bennett Bates

June 1st, 2020

“Timber, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I tell my best friend and partner as I take another drink of my coffee. Our office, Billings Reproductive Medicine, hasn’t opened yet, so we are shooting the shit for a few minutes.

“I’m not. It’s true,” he insists.

“You’re really telling me that you played poker with a rapper last night? Where did you meet a rapper out here?”

“Over in Cody. He lives there now.” Wyoming is just as weird a place as Montana for a rapper to be hanging out.

“I heard that he did. How the hell did you manage that?”

“Met him at the Player’s Club. He was out on the golf course. His cart got stuck and I helped him out. He’s a nice guy. That wife of his was too.”

“She’s on TV, right?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“I still think you are bullshitting me, but if not that’s pretty cool man.”

“Ben, it was, man. It really was. He’s more down to earth then they portray him on TV. He’s got big plans for Cody.”

“He just told you all about them?” I ask, shocked. Before he can answer, our receptionist, Helga, comes into the break room.

“Oh golly, you scared the bejeezus out of me,” she exclaims, clutching her chest. “I didn’t realize you were both in already. Both of your eight am’s are already here. Just buzz the desk when you are ready for them.” She grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and breezes back out as quickly as she came in.

“Thanks, Helga,” I say, putting my empty mug into the sink. I tell Timber I’ll meet him for lunch and leave the room. As soon as I am in my office, I take a deep breath. My first patient of the day is Sarah Ferguson, I really have to force myself to be professional because there is nothing in the world, I want more than her. She’s been my patient for exactly ninety-one days, and I relish each appointment like a fucking masochist. She’s so young. Only nineteen. I had to make sure she really wanted to put her body through this but she is hell bent on getting her older sister, Jenny and her husband, Eric, the baby they desperately want but haven’t been able to conceive. They have tried for eight years. Though there is nothing wrong with either of them, it’s not been happening for them. When they came to us, they had already been through a surrogacy agency that after the initial process, fell through. It was devastating for the Wallace’s but then Sarah volunteered and for three months, we have been concentrating on syncing her ovulation cycle up with Jenny’s to ensure that she’s ready to accept the fertilized eggs. She’s also been on a steady regimen of estrogen, progesterone, and Lupron, as well as prenatal vitamins. We have been meeting weekly for blood tests and ultrasounds to be given in order to make sure everything I am prescribing is working. Today, I will implant the eggs into her. Though it’s her sister’s eggs and her brother in law’s semen, I hate that I have to put another man’s into her body.

I have been praying for a miracle since I met her. Something to make her change her mind and have my fucking baby instead, but she’s so sweet and selfless that I know that’s not going to happen.

I pick up the phone on my desk and buzz the front desk. It’s answered on the first ring.

“Yes doctor?” Helga asks.

“Send in Ms. Ferguson,” I say, needing to be in the same room as her.

“The Wallace’s are here with her as well,” Helga reminds me. Of course, her sister would want to be with her when we implant her baby.

“Send them in as well,” I say, hanging up the phone.

There’s a brisk knock on the door. I stand as the door opens. My sweet little duchess comes into the room wearing something straight out of my fantasies. Her golden hair is in two braids resting just below her ample chest. She’s fresh-faced without a stitch of makeup. I swallow thickly as we stare at each other for a few quick seconds before her sister and brother in law come into my office. She scurries forward to let them in behind her.

“Hey doc,” Eric says, extending his hand for me to shake. I grip it and gesture for them to take a seat. Once they are seated, I sit as well. Sarah crosses her legs as soon as she sits in the chair opposite my desk. It takes everything in me not to get up and walk around the desk and make her mine. I should not be thinking of anything sexual about my gorgeous patient who sits across from me, but she makes it impossible. Damn impossible. How can she sit across from me looking like sin personified while I am supposed to be her fucking doctor? I know she knows what she’s doing to me and if the little half smirk on her face is any indication, she loves the reaction she causes.


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