“Patrick, what the hell were you thinking, getting her insurance for her birthday?! Bwahaha—”

Daley was practically rolling on the floor laughing.

He could not comprehend how Patrick—along with Chris, another certified gay man—could manage such a blatantly straight-guy move.

It was peak steel-hearted, pure-blooded straight-man behavior.

Chelsea and Patrick both narrowed their eyes at Daley, sending him a glare so sharp it could’ve incinerated him on the spot.

Patrick, annoyed by Daley’s excessive laughter, kicked him. “And what about you? What did you get her?”

Let’s see if he could do any better.

Daley wiped away tears of laughter, straightened up, and first handed Chelsea a thick envelope.

“Here—Dad’s...