Dakota

"I'll go," Dakota said, standing and grabbing two tests. She squared her shoulders and strode to the bathroom, the click of the door closing echoing loudly.

When she came back, her face was blank for a moment—then it crumbled.

"Well?" Aaron asked, rising halfway out of his seat.

"I'm pregnant," Dakota said, managing a shaky smile as she locked eyes with him. "But at least I know the father," She reached out to touch his arm.

Aaron blushed but smiled back awkwardly. Claire, sitting beside him, stiffened and crossed her arms, glaring at the floor.

"I guess it’s my turn," Claire said sharply. She snatched the tests from the table and stalked to the bathroom.

The room was quiet while she was gone. Seth busied himself by stacking the discarded boxes, and Dakota whispered something to Aaron, who nodded nervously.

When Claire returned, her face was a mix of shock and anger. "I’m—I’m pregnant. And, the father is one of those Black guys, isn’t he?"

"It appears so," Aaron said hesitantly, wincing at her tone.

Claire turned away, pacing furiously. "God, what are our parents gonna think? Aaron, you having a baby with Dakota, and me... just a random Black baby?" Her voice cracked on the last words.

"Well, regardless, we’ll figure this out together," Seth interjected. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, glancing down at himself. "At least I need to figure something out—my erection... The serum, it’s clearly not wearing off."

"So, now what?" Mia asked nervously, looking around at the group.

"What do you mean?" Seth replied, frowning.

"Now that we know we’re all pregnant and you apparently have some sort of... enhanced abilities, what do we do? Should we tell the police?" Mia asked, clutching her knees to her chest.

"That won’t do anything," Dakota said, rolling her eyes. "They’d just laugh us out of the station."

"And if I did go to the hospital, they’d treat me like I’d just taken too much Viagra, and I doubt their methods would help at all," Seth added, shaking his head.

"Right," Mia muttered. She stared at the floor, her foot tapping nervously.

"Well, there’s gotta be something—anything—we can use as a lead," Claire said, spinning to face the group. "A house, a business, someone connected to this. We can’t just leave it be."

"You’re right, but where do we start?" Aaron asked, rubbing the back of his neck.