"I know," Daveson said, his voice equally quiet. "Sometimes I wake up at three in the morning and I'm convinced I imagined the whole thing. That the test was wrong, that Dr. Chen made a mistake, that this whole situation is just some stress-induced delusion.""But it's not," Leonard said, his hand still pressed against Daveson's stomach."No," Daveson agreed. "It's not."Leonard looked up, meeting Daveson's eyes. They were standing so close now, close enough that Leonard could feel the warmth of Daveson's body, could count the subtle variations of color in his irises."I'm scared," Leonard admitted. "Of what this means. Of what we're going to do. Of how we're possibly going to keep this secret while everything else is falling apart around us.""Me too," Daveson said."But I'm also..." Leonard trailed off, searching for the right words. "I'm also amazed. That this happened. That against all biological probability, against every expectation, we created something. Together."Daveson's ha
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