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Inspired by something I had quite the laugh about ‘help I accidentally called my potential sperm donor sobbing and now he doesn’t want to do that anymore. What do I do’
content warning: mention of mpreg
As it neared the end of Daniels 30th birthday, he found himself sitting on the floor of his kitchen with his back to the cupboard. Micheal and Blake were there too, passing a bottle of scotch between them. Daniel stopped drinking a while ago but still had that level of drunkenness where his tongue was loose .
“Do you guys ever think about having kids?”
Blake, who was bringing the bottle to his lips paused and watched him dead on. Micheal did the same.
He felt uncomfortable under their gaze and shifted, trying to play it off as the cupboard handle digging into his back.
Blake put the bottle down, “What?”
Daniel looked away, “I mean children. Little sticky hand, snot nosed kids.”
Micheal grabbed the bottle and passed it to him, “Where’s this coming from DR?”
Daniel picked at the label on the bottle.
“I don’t know, I mean I’m getting older. I know my mum wants more grandchildren and I just- I thought I’d be married with at least two kids by now”
Micheal and Blake said nothing, the silence made him uncomfortable.
He likes children, he knows that much. He loves being an uncle, but sometimes he thinks about having his own little child to laugh at when they fall down. He was in a relationship before and they talked about children. He and the guy had been together for four years but he left when Daniel brought up kids. Daniel was going to propose, so guess he dodged a bullet there.
Sometimes he dreams about curly haired children running wild in his mother’s backyard. In the dreams they look like him but in a weird distorted dream way. There’s also a guy there with them, tall and blond. His ex was blond so he thinks it was him. Ironic.
He always wakes up sad from those dreams.
“You could get a donor,” Blake says. Micheal finishes the bottle and nods his head aggressively.
Daniel watches them wide-eyed.
“What?”
“A sperm donor, there are clinics in Monaco that do that.”
Daniel laughed, “You’re joking,”
Blake fixed his stare on him, “I’m serious”
“Mate I’m not having some random guys baby just because I want kids. What if he’s a ginger?” He tries to joke but his heart is racing a mile a minute. All of a sudden he���s stone cold sober.
A sperm donor? Really? Actually, it’s not the craziest thing. He’s not drunk enough for this.
Micheal chimes in, “Maybe you could have a F1 drivers baby. I heard some of them have done it. Or a doctor,”
“What if he tries to, I don’t know, reach out? Isn’t the point to be anonymous?”
Blake fixes his glasses, “Actually, some places ask if you want to meet the person. Or if you want to be totally anonymous. It’s up to you.”
“How do you know so much about this shit?” Micheal asks.
Blake shifts and tries to stretch out his leg, “I just do.” He pulls out his phone and starts typing something.
Daniel watches him cautiously, “What are you doing?”
“Sending you clinic options for you to research or go to, incase this isn’t just a drunken confession and you actually want to do this,”
His phone pings and he sees that he sent him three clinics close to him to try. His heart pounds. He’s just a semi decent artist, whose work has been featured in museums. He can’t even make a proper omelette without burning the sides, and he’s thinking about children? Christ, what was he thinking?
Micheal seems to sense the mental battle that he’s having and places a hand on his knee. “Hey, we‘ll support you no matter the choice”
“Yeah. You don’t have to go or do anything,” Blake puts the phone away, “but if you do, you’ll have Micheal and I to help”
Daniel feels his eyes watering. “Thanks guys,”
They sit in silence for a while. He checks the clock on the wall, 12:10 am. His birthday is over.
“I think I’ll go,”
..
“I’ll obviously be the favorite uncle,”
“I think Scotty just shuddered at the thought of that actually, and he’s like halfway around the world right now”
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Two weeks later he goes to one of the clinics. It had the best reviews out of the ones Blake sent.
He meant to go earlier but a museum called and asked to feature some of his work in an exhibition. He couldn’t say no. They also said they’d pay extra if he could procure a new piece so he spent many nights coming up with something perfect.
He walks in and goes to the counter. The receptionist is an old lady with…brightly colored hair. She smiles up at him and he explains why he’s here. He’s given some forms to fill out and he goes and sits in one of the chairs.
As he’s filling out the form, his stomach twists. He’s actually doing this. He considers just running out but he made up his mind. He wants the sleepless nights and the early mornings. He wants this. It doesn’t help that he and Michelle spent an entire two hour call just looking at baby clothes.
A nurse comes out from the back and calls him into one of the rooms. The receptionist, Gertrude as her name tag says, smiles at him as he goes inside.
When he enters the office, the doctor gets up from her chair to shake his hand.
“Good afternoon Daniel, I’m Doctor Felix but you can call me Janine if you’d like,”
He shakes her hand and greets her. She has a warm smile and kind eyes. He sits in the chair and relaxes immediately.
They start talking about why he’s here and other important stuff.
Financial and living situation, the procedure, and the donor process.
“Some donors actually leave their name and contact info just incase the recipient wants to meet or needs support,”
She types something on her keyboard,
“Though most just stay anonymous. Are you interested in keeping contact with your potential donor?”
He shrugs and looks off to the side. He hadn’t thought of it. He thinks he’s capable of raising a kid on his own. And it’s not like he’ll be completely alone, with his Mum and Dad, Michelle, Micheal, Blake, and Scotty.
Maybe he’ll keep the number, just incase.
When they’re done, she sends him off with some pamphlets and a date to come back.
He heads out and even though Gertrude is attending to another person, she waves him goodbye.
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When he comes back, he ends up getting the contact number for his donor.
Max V.
He doesn’t plan on using it. He knows the clinic will notify him something along the lines of ‘Hey, this random guy is taking your sperm thx for your service’
So he doesn’t expect to contact him or be contacted.
His plan doesn’t completely work.
He’s been taking these supplements to do something. He can’t remember. Increase the chance of it sticking he guesses. It makes his hormones act up and sometimes, like tonight, makes him bawl hysterically.
He calls Micheal crying and doesn’t even give him the chance to speak before he’s rambling.
“Mikey I can’t do this. A child? What was I thinking! I can’t even cook! What am I meant to feed a baby?,”
He hears as if he’s about to say something but continues talking, “And don’t say that omelettes and oatmeal is cooking. It’s not! What about my art? I’m going to have to stop painting. The fumes Mikey!”
He pauses
“I’m going to have to go back to traditional!” He sobs some more.
“Or maybe photography. I always liked that,”
He collects himself. Micheal stays quiet. He takes a deep breath,
“Im just overthinking, the stupid hormones. It’s only going to get worse when i actually get pregnant. Let’s hope this Max guys sperm knows what it’s doing,”
Micheal is still silent.
“Micheal?”
He checks removes the phone from his ear checking to see if he’s muted. That would be embarrassing.
The phone screen lights up and-
This is not Micheal.
The name reads Max V.
“Shit.”
He blurts out a quick ‘sorry’ and hangs up.
“Fuuuck”
He opens WhatsApp and creates a chat with Max V.
Hey, I’m sorry about that. I thought you were my friend Micheal.
This is the guy who’s going to take your sperm btw.
Daniel
He cringes. So much for no contact. The message gets blue ticked and then Max V. Is typing.
Are you okay?
Mentally?
And. Ok, rude. Just because he had a crisis over the phone doesn’t mean he’s not ok.
He responds
Yes lol.
Max V. Is typing. But then it goes away.
Daniel locks his phone and runs a hand through his hair.
“Shit”
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When he goes to follow up with Dr. Felix, she tells him that his original donor declined.
“What?”
“He says something happened recently and now he’s no longer a potential sperm donor… for you”
He blinks.
“Excuse me,”
He pulls out his phone and opens his chat with Max.
Did you really cancel my appointment just because I accidentally called you crying?
You called at 1 am, crying hysterically. Forgive me if I’m having second thoughts
Fuck you
He locks his phone.
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“He really did that?”
“YES! So what if the hormones made me cry? That’s normal. Ugh. Asshole.”
Daniel shoved a piece burnt toast in his mouth. He chewed on the charred bread. He should really learn how to cook properly. But what do Babies know? They drink milk for like…ever! He has time to figure it out.
Blake watched him and cautiously drank his orange juice.
“I swear, if I ever meet him, I’ll give him a piece of my mind,”
Blake set the cup down and looked like he was going to speak before taking another sip.
Daniel narrowed his eyes, “What?”
Blake shook his head but mumbled something under his breath.
Daniel raised his eyebrow and kicked his shin under the table.
“Ow. I just- What if you…met him? Not to argue but to hear him out? Make him reconsider?”
Daniel pondered the idea. He took another bite of his burnt toast.
It’s not the craziest idea he’s had. No, that was moving to Monaco.
“Yeah, I could do that,”
Yes. He’ll meet Max and demand his sperm back.
Wait.
He’ll word it better.
He pulls out his phone and opens the chat.
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probably many errors in here
Can you tell I know very little about this topic? lmao
Max is still an F1 driver, Daniel is an artist.
Maybe I’ll do a part 2 lol
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