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The living room, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun, becomes my private sanctuary. The TV plays softly, a dull roar of voices that fade into insignificance. I lean back on the couch, my hand already moving, the condom slick and ready. The room is quiet, save for the rustle of my pants and the soft, rhythmic sound of my hand working. I finish, tying off the condom, the sensation of release fading, replaced by the familiar satisfaction of a job well done.
I cross the threshold of my home office, the cool air conditioning a stark contrast to the warmth of the living room. The refrigerator hums softly, a silent sentinel. I open the door, the light casting a harsh glow on the row of condoms, each one a testament to my resolve. I add today's contribution, the tie neat and secure, a sense of pride washing over me. I close the door, the light fading, the hum of the refrigerator a comforting sound, a reminder of my purpose.
The sound of my six-month-old son's cries pierces the air, a shrill demand for sustenance. I hurry to the home office, the refrigerator door opening with a soft sigh. I select one of the condoms, the liquid inside is thick and sticky. I squeeze it into the formula bottle, the mixture swirling together, a unique blend of nutrition and love. I shake it gently, the contents mixing thoroughly before I screw on the nipple, the bottle warm in my hand as I carry it back to Jack. He latches on, his tiny body relaxing as he drinks, his eyes fluttering closed, content in the knowledge that his father provides for him in ways no one else can.
I'm confident that he will grow up to be a great and strong football player, just like his dad. And that can only be ensured with a steady and regular supply of daddymilk.