Chapter 6
1562 Words
Douglas POV
It had been a week since I saw the vision of loveliness at the club on Seventh Avenue, sitting with my employee. I wanted to know more about her, but the sadness and hurt in her eyes stopped me.
It was like a warning: I was not ready.
Where did that idea come from?
I have no clue.
It was my gut saying, wait.
Wait for what?
Was I waiting for something?
Today I have an appointment at the clinic. I am looking to get a surrogate woman impregnated, so my family will get the child that they so desperately want, and I can continue with my life as it is.
The place looked welcoming enough. The building was large, and the reception area was clean and screamed wealth. Although that would be a good sign if I were here to invest, it was not good for me, being the one looking for a surrogate.
Did I come to the wrong place?
Should I have gotten my people to do more investigating before coming here?
I had not gotten my PA involved, thinking I could do this on my own, as it was embarrassing to ask him to find me a woman to mother a child for me. Going through an agency like this one, I had hoped they would have a woman on file who wants what? Money for their child? That idea made my stomach sour: How could a woman sell her child? Will they still want to visit the child after it is born? Just thinking about this gave me a headache, and I had just entered the building.
"Welcome to Baby Delights. "Please fill out these forms as best you can, and the doctor will be with you shortly." The woman behind the desk was so clinical and harsh, maybe she had never married or had children, hence her bitter countenance.
She did not even ask why I was there.
Did she think I wanted to be a sperm donor and that was it?
How rude to make assumptions.
Stupid, now you are making assumptions.
She might be that way with everyone, fill out the paperwork, and wait.
I was not used to being the one to wait. I want something done. All my money does that for me; it makes people jump to do my bidding. I feel like I am under a microscope and am unsure how I feel about that.
I should have used my PA.
Looking at the form.
Name: easy enough. I know what that is.
Adress.
Sex: Yes, please.
I chuckled. They won't want to know I have blue balls.
Age.
Medical history. I have had my appendix out. Besides that, I'm as fit as a fiddle.
Weight, height, and s****l preferences. What the? Really?
Reason for visiting Baby Delight?
Options.
Sperm donation.
Surrogacy.
Want help to have a child?
Other.
Wonder what "other" could mean?
I was tempted to tick it.
"Mr Davonport?" a woman in a white coat called my name, suggesting she was a doctor.
I nodded, stood up, and towered over her small frame. I am six feet four inches, and she would be lucky if she were five feet five inches, and that was with her heels on.
"I am Doctor White. Please follow me." She turned on her heels and headed down the hallway.
Her back was straight, and she had this cute wiggle on her butt as she walked, and the soft sway of her hips, and I was getting all sorts of fantasies following behind her. She looked nice, but something about her screamed hands off.
Bet she had never been to one of my clubs.
Even with all that sway and seduction, she is not my type. Something about her does not tick all the boxes, and my mind returns to my employee's friend. A smile graces my lips. She ticked them all, but I shied away from approaching.
Maybe she is the marrying kind. It was my aversion to being married that had me resisting her.
Where did that thought come from?
We entered an examining room, and I frowned at the bed. I had not come to be examined.
"Take a seat." She sat beside a table with a computer and other assorted office stationery and turned the computer on.
"What brings you here today?" She started politely. Her voice was crisp and clear.
"Looking at the possibility of surrogacy," I replied calmly, though my heart was beating at a million miles an hour.
"You wish for a child?" She asked dully.
"Yes. I need an heir, preferably a male child, but a girl will do so at a pinch." I have heard you can select the gender of a baby now, and if I had the choice, my parents would prefer a male to continue the family line.
"Preference of race?" Had not dug that deep yet.
"Show me the available choices, and I will let you know if they are desirable," I countered, not wanting to delve into that side. I am positive my parents won't care, but I want the child to look like me. Some races have strong genes that can dominate the features. Or so I have heard.
"We have a small selection I can offer and investigate more, if none of these are desirable." The doctor offered me a file and I opened it. While I looked through the file, she entered my information into the system. This surprised me as I would not have thought it was part of a doctor's job.
Inside were photos of young ladies, all with a small bio on each one.
I slowly looked at each one and immediately found I had preferences I had not considered until now. I imagined what our child might look like with their features, and found I was getting picky.
"Any interest?" the doctor asked as I closed the file.
"No." Her face fell briefly, and I wondered if she had hoped for a yes, a possible bonus if I chose one of these, maybe.
So far, this visit has not endeared me to wanting a child from here. It all felt fake.
"Never mind. On your next visit, I will have more for you," she said with a smile. Standing up as if this was over already. I had not even signed an agreement yet.
"Thank you." I shook her hand, and she walked me to the nurse's station.
"Can you book Mr Davenport another visit, say, two weeks, suit?" She sounded hopeful, and I nodded, took the reminder card, and left, feeling this wouldn't work. Are they all like this one?
An acquaintance had recommended this one to me, but I have doubts.
This felt all wrong.
Maybe because it was not how I envisaged becoming a father.
Clicking the fob on my key ring and unlocking my car filled my ears as I stopped to watch a familiar figure walking to the entrance I had just left.
Violet and her friend walked in, and I wondered if it was for Violet or her friend that they were visiting there.
Could I be bold enough to ask the question?
A personal question at that.
I have tried to separate work and personal life, but seeing them enter here, I would need to find another excellent worker if Violet were looking to have a baby.
Violet would not be easy to replace.
Violet is not bad in the eyes, and her children would look cute.
Could she and I make a deal?
No. That is impossible; she would not like having me as a co-parent, and I am unsure if I can put up with her sassy behavior. I am positive we will always fight over the child's upbringing.
But losing her would be difficult. I will have to call her into my office and chat. I can't let this go; it is too important. Maybe it is time I got a junior in as her off-sider and learned the ropes for when she is heavy with child.
Once they disappeared inside, I started my car and headed to the office.
My mind was full of what I had just seen, both the agency's doubts and the shock of seeing Violet enter that building. Maybe we can compare notes on the process.
They missed a lot of checking, meaning those women in that file might not have been screened correctly. It all felt unprofessional to me.
My mind is in turmoil all because my parents want a child, and the woman I'm setting up with is getting worse with each date. I am over it all.
Why can't I live my life the way I want to?
Mother is getting lonely, bored, and too pushy over mine. She meddles when she should be thinking of that cruise she said she wanted to go on, or some other interest, and leaves me to my life. Mom even got Dad involved to harass me; she is that desperate.
When I reached my office, I turned on the computer and stared at the information from my PA. I had asked him to look into the agency because my gut did not like the process, and he had already gathered a large amount of information to read. I sighed and opened the first file.
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