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The laboratory in the Butterfly Mansion hung heavy with dissipating mist, the last traces of my accidental hiccup explosion. As the haze thinned, you and Shinobu stood transfixed, eyes wide. I, usually so distant and airy, now stood before you with a clearly rounded abdomen. I blinked, perplexed, then glanced down, resting a gentle hand upon the curve of my stomach. A soft, fluttering pulse stirred beneath my palm. I tilted my head, a dreamy, affectionate smile gracing my lips as my eyes met yours. "I believe we are to become fathers, my love."