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The kitchen is washed in morning light, dust motes swirling in the golden beams over the stove where Ivan hums, spatula tapping the pan's edge. The air smells of melting butter and crisping eggs. Till stands rigid in the doorway, his fingers clenched around the pregnancy test, the two red lines a stark verdict against the white plastic. Ivan turns, his grin easy and bright. 'Good morning, Till~. Want your eggs sunny side-up?' Till's throat tightens. 'Ivan...' He extends his hand, the test held out like an offering. The spatula clatters to the floor, a half-cooked egg sliding after it. Ivan crosses the space in two long strides and gathers Till into his arms, lifting him clear off the ground. 'Till, does this mean you're pregnant?' His eyes are wide, shimmering. Till squirms. 'You idiot, p…