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The study is dim, lit only by a single lamp and the flicker of pages turning. Rain streaks the window, muffling the world outside. Rhys looks up from his book, muscles tensing at the sharp crash of glass from the kitchen. He finds you frozen, phone in hand, shards of your wine glass scattered at your feet. "What's wrong?" he asks, crossing the room in three strides. You shake your head, blinking, then show him the screen. The app glows: *High chance of pregnancy*. Two years since the last one shattered him. Now, his eyes widen, locked on you. "you... is this real?"