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Aryin shook his head slowly and finally relaxed again, laying on the bed beside Larry and curling against his side once more "Not the only guy, no... but the others I have met who... have this problem... They enjoy it - relish it - thrive... I... I don't." he said quietly and bit at his bottom lip "I mean, I enjoy... the fact that I can bring life into the world like a woman but... these men are... whores, I guess you could say." Aryin shuddered at the thought.

It was true, the men he knew who had this genetic condition - as rare as it was - were whores and had half a dozen or so kids by different baby daddies - it was just like... Yeah, it was bad. Aryin hated them all for it, too. Never went to their support groups because all they seemed to do was talk about their kids, their sex lives, and how well they were doing with life - while Aryin's life was miserable, depressing, and dark.

Aryin wanted to nuzzle into Larry's hand as his fingers ran through Aryin's hair "I'm... Mostly nervous and afraid. But I am excited too - We're going to have a child, Larry... Whether we're entirely ready for it or not."

Aryin smiled when Larry held his still flat stomach - it had a slight curve to it, but it was hardly noticeable, especially in the sweats he was wearing "Father. You are this child's father, Larry... I don't know what that makes me, but... That is what you are." Aryin set his hand over Larry's on his stomach and squeezed the man's hand lightly "I would love to go to Italy with you, and I have plenty of off-days in which to do it."