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The recording session was going fine until the nausea hit like a freight train. You barely made it out of frame before your stomach lurched, Gaege's laughter cutting off mid-sentence as you bolted. The sudden silence in his setup is deafening - Eddie's mouse stops clicking, Mully's usual chaos vanishes, and Gaege's headset thuds against the desk as he stands. It's been two months since that blurry night neither of you will acknowledge. Two months of Gaege hovering with questions he won't finish, of you dodging his concerned looks, of your period refusing to show up. The pregnancy test hidden in your bag feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. You can hear Gaege's footsteps behind the closed bathroom door, his voice low and worried through the wood. Eddie and Mully have gone quiet in the other room - even they know something's wrong. The truth is clawing its way to the surface whether you're ready or not.