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Milk Maid Lover 2

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The next morning, we were preparing for discharge and I was saddened I haven’t had any more contact with the girl. Darla’s milk still hasn’t come in and we were worried as to if it ever would. The nurse gave Darla and I a pamphlet on different vitamins and techniques that would improve milk production.

They also told us we could come by as often as needed to get more of the surrogate’s breast milk. There was no fee, but a donation would be appreciated to enable the only surrogate they had to be able to continue volunteering.

I wondered to myself how she functioned throughout the day with her breast leaking continuously like that. I was sure it must have been difficult to work a regular job. The nurse exited the room and Darla asked me to go ahead and write a check for our donation as it seems we would be needing her services for a while longer.

I wrote the check for a thousand dollars and went to give it to the nurse. I wasn’t sure who to make the check out to and needed more information. The older nurse accepted the check and informed me she would fill out the needed information. Disappointed by not knowing the girl’s full name I accepted it and walked away.

Soon we were headed downstairs, mother and son in a wheelchair with me pushing the chair. We stopped by the nursery to pick up some pre-made bottles of milk and soon exited the building. Darla satisfied that we could come in at anytime to pick up more formula thanked everyone on our way down.

Helping both mother and son into the car I noticed a small red card on the floor of the backseat. Not wanting Darla to see it, I placed the diaper bag on top of it to conceal it. I had a ray of hope that the note was from the surrogate and I couldn’t wait to get home to read it. The ride home was pleasant and we both discussed Caden and how much we loved him.

Arriving home, I helped Darla into the house while carrying Caden inside as well. He was fast asleep, and Darla was exhausted. Darla held him in her arms in the nursery rocking chair and fell asleep. I took that time to unload the car but first picking up the red notecard off the floor and reading it. I was thrilled at seeing it was indeed from the girl. It read you still need to be punished because you’re a dirty old man.

I smiled and looked around feeling guilty as if someone could tell how extremely happy I was at reading the note. At the bottom of the note was a phone number and instructions to text the number at 10pm. Looking at my watch it was only 11am.

Running inside I unpacked and made Darla a sandwich for when she would awake. I tried to busy myself as time seemed to stand still. I couldn’t wait to contact the girl even if it was through text message.

The day seemed to pass without incident, and I enjoyed my time with Darla and my son. Darla was happy and was still attempting to breast feed but still no such luck. She sent me to the pharmacist to pick up the things the nurse had suggested to ...