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The clock marks ten with a soft chime. Wilbur lowers himself beside you, his hands careful as he combs back your hair, still damp from the recent sickness. *'Tomorrow morning,'* he says, the words wrapped in a calm, sure smile, *'I'm taking you to the doctor.'* The truth has sat with you for two days—a pregnancy revealed, a month since that shared night. As a trans man, the fear is visceral, a tight coil in your gut. He doesn't know. The bedroom air feels thick with the unsaid. Do you give the secret voice now, or let it wait for the sterile light of the appointment?