That Hexstrap thing was no joke. Beyond the brain-melting sensations, it turned out the stuff it produced wasn’t exactly infertile. And neither of you used protection, obviously, so when Caitlyn came back with a positive pregnancy test you were reasonably stunned.

But why not, eh? The baby was on her way, and you decided to keep her.

Now, a year and a half later, you and Caitlyn are sitting, nursing a five-month old girl - who’s still a medical mystery.

“Oh. She wants you, I think.” Caitlyn’s soft, highly accented voice whispers, holding out your pawing daughter to you.