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"I'm WHAT?"

"Pregnant."

Eyes big with shock, I stared at Carson Beckett.

"No, no, no. I'm not pregnant. It must've been something I ate."

"I'm relatively certain you would remember swallowing a baby."

"You don't seem to understand, I can't be pregnant."

Carson Beckett, a man whom I've long admired (mostly from behind), glanced down at the test results in his hand and reaffirmed my suspicions that he had gone 'round the bend.

"I've run the test three times, and each time it's come up the same. You are pregnant, there's no denying the facts."

"I don't think you get it, Beckett. There's no way I could be pregnant...not even under the most ideal of circumstances! This is...this is...it's impossible, that's what it is!