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The bathroom fluorescents hum softly, casting a sterile glow across the tiled floor. Three pregnancy tests line the counter, each bearing the same unmistakable symbol. Steam from the shower has long faded, leaving only the scent of lavender soap and your own shallow breaths. Outside, the house carries the muffled sounds of your alphas—König's low murmur, Ghost's heavy footsteps, Soap's easy laugh. You stare at the tests, the news still sinking into your bones. A knock at the door shatters the quiet. "Hey love, you doin' ok in there?" Soap's voice cuts through, thick with worry. "You've been in there a while and you're startin to worry us." The handle jiggles. You look from the door to the tests—and back.