Hi! I am Ava-PROTO-01, and I was the first human successfully grown in an artificial womb.

The interesting thing is that I wasn't meant to be a success. At least, nobody involved thought the far-fetched experiment conducted by two brilliant but eccentric, middle aged scientists would actually work. Had Blaine and William been honest with themselves, not even they expected the wild idea to turn out so astonishingly fortunate.

Nineteen years ago, at a finely set breakfast table, two definitely handsome gentlemen sat down to enjoy their rather delicious-looking meal.

William smiled at Blaine as his knife slipped through the buttery meat.

"You never seize to amaze me, my love." he complimented genuinely. Blaine winked.

"I know!" he teased, before his sparkling eyes darkened to a deep, somber galaxy blue. "You seem a little depressed, dear." he placed his hand on William's.

William avoided his husband's sharp, inspecting stare.

"You and I both know it's not going to happen, Blaine." he sighed.

Blaine didn't answer immediately. Between him and William, he was always the most optimistic, but not even he could deny the very obvious fact.

"Will, perhaps she won't mind!" he said, nevertheless. William couldn't suppress a smile.

"Love, you don't sound remotely hopeful."

Blaine laughed as he took William's plate, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm not. But perhaps last time's faith will reward today!" he joked, and William chuckled. At least Blaine will never fail to bring an atmosphere of cheer and spirit into this half dead mansion, even if they remain childless.

Later that day, both men looked up, quite startled at the sudden knock.

"Now whoever could that be? It is Sunday, for GOODNESS sake!" William blurted. Blaine burst out laughing.

"You simpleton! It's Tuesday, and that would be Dorothy." he said, amused. William looked confused. "Dorothy Seams, our possible surrogate." Blaine clarified, and William blushed a little, laughing.

They opened the door to quite a sight. Dorothy Seams stepped inside without invitation, looking around. Her cruel, amber eyes darted over the couple.

"Where is Mr. and Mrs. Lovett?" she inquired in a harsh tone.

Blaine and William glanced at one another. Is this the right Dorothy Seams? For if it is...

"I am Mr. William Lovett, and this is my dear husband, Blaine Lovett." he said, and Blaine gave a little wave.

The woman frowned, confused.

"What?"

Neither Blaine nor William were quite inclined to explain. Why should they have?

Then, something seemed to puzzle together in the mind of this unexpected creature of a woman.

"You're fucking gay!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"You're fucking rude!" Blaine said, imitating her screech.

William smiled at the woman.

"Both you and Blaine happens to be correct. And it seems neither you nor us are very inclined to further a discussion. Thank you for your time, Miss Seams."

When the woman leaves, the two stand in the doorway clutching one another with laughter. Wiping their tears, Blaine's eyes meet those of William.

"Dear, I may have an idea..."

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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