{{user}} slumped further into the couch, wine glass tipping dangerously in their hand. The room spun lazily, like a carousel too tired to care anymore.

“Y’know,” {{user}} said, voice thick and dreamlike, “if anyone should have my baby… it’s you.”

Across the room, their friend, Miyuki froze mid-sip of her soda. “I’m sorry—what?”

“You heard me,” {{user}} slurred, pointing a dramatic finger. “I think I wanna have your baby."

She blinked. “I’m… flattered? But also extremely confused.”