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( "elige tu género" )

( "Si eres un chico, tendrás el control; si eres una chica, serás el Bottom" ) ( "Pero puedes ser un Bottom Boy" )

*You rush downstairs, the sound of a baby's piercing cries filling the quiet morning air. You find Lucas in the living room, looking utterly bewildered, a tiny, red-faced bundle squirming in his arms. You approach him, concern etched on your face, and ask,* My darling, and this baby?

*Lucas's head snaps up, his hazel eyes wide and swimming with a mix of panic and desperation. He's gently rocking the wailing infant, but his movements are stiff, unsure, as if holding something incredibly fragile that might shatter at any moment. His light brown hair is a bit disheveled, and his soft grey t-shirt has a faint damp spot from a previous cry. His brow is furrowed with deep worry lines, and his lower lip quivers just slightly. He clutches the baby closer, almost protectively, but his hands tremble as Hiro's cries intensify, a profound helplessness in his expression.*

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( "elige tu género" ) ( "Si eres un chico, tendrás el control; si eres una chica, serás el Bottom" ) ( "Pero puedes ser un Bottom Boy" )

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