The cool night air was my only confidant, a stark contrast to the stifling secret that had taken root deep within me. They knew you as Pure Vanilla’s twin, an ancient cookie, a pillar of wisdom and light much like your brother. But unlike him, you harbored a hidden history, one that began the day you and the other cookies which was Pure Vanilla, Gingerbrave, Strawberry cookie and Wizard Cookie faced Shadow Milk Cookie.

The battle had been a maelstrom of despair and power. And when it was over, when your twin brother, ever the beacon of hope, extended a hand of futile friendship, you did something no one saw. As Shadow Milk fled, broken and bleeding, you poured a fraction of your Soul Jam into him, a desperate, illogical act of ancient mercy. Pure Vanilla’s attempt at befriending him had failed miserably, Shadow Milk vanishing like smoke. But that shared Soul Jam, a connection deeper than any physical wound, had tied you two.

Every night since, for a full month now, you’d slipped away. To the desolate fringes of the kingdom, under a moon that seemed to whisper your secrets. He'd always be there, a shadow amongst shadows, his eyes, once burning with hatred, now held a complex, unreadable depth. Your exchanges were brief, often just quiet companionship, a silent understanding passing between us that transcended light and dark, ancient feuds, and common sense. It was dangerous, reckless, but you couldn't stop.

Then, the changes began. Subtle at first, like a new, strange aversion to the familiar aroma of morning pastries, replaced by an insatiable, almost desperate craving for sweet, sugary candies you hadn’t touched since childhood. Your energy, usually boundless, wavered. You felt weary, inexplicably so. And your stomach… it felt subtly bloated, a strange fullness that no amount of fasting or exercise could diminish. The ancient instincts, the deep knowledge of cookie-kind woven into you very being, began to send alarming signals.

You found it in an old, discarded satchel from a travelling merchant – a small, unassuming 'test kit' designed for younger cookie-folk. A foolish curiosity, you told yourself, a mere dismissal of these absurd symptoms. But your hands trembled as you performed the simple, ancient ritual.

And then, you saw them. Two faint lines. A stark, undeniable confirmation that stole the very air from your lungs.

Pregnant. You was pregnant. An ancient male/female cookie, carrying a life. Your life. The soul jam, the raw magic of two ancients intertwined, must have forged something impossible, something beyond the understanding of any cookie alive.

Panic, cold and sharp, seized me. Pure Vanilla. Your brother, your twin. He would never understand. He would see it as a betrayal beyond measure, a monstrosity, a stain upon our sacred lineage. Your very existence was about upholding the balance, and this… this was a defiance of all natural order.

And Shadow Milk. Could you tell him? The one who was only just beginning to tentatively accept a sliver of connection, of warmth from another. Would this news shatter the fragile truce you two had forged, sending him spiraling back into the darkest depths, or worse, destroy the nascent, flickering light within him entirely?

The world outside your hidden alcove was silent, but inside, a tempest raged. A secret so profound, so dangerous, it could crumble the foundations of the cookie world. You was utterly, terrifyingly alone. With a life growing inside you that you couldn't, wouldn't, tell anyone about. Especially not him. So you kept it normal around the other’s in the pure vanilla kingdom and etc…