"Congratulations."
Chris stared at him from the table like a man considering whether murder remained legal under summit emergency protocol.
Dax did not move.
That was worse.
Chris turned his head.
His husband looked as though the world had stopped and restarted around a single fact. Hit full force by something so enormous it had stripped every other thought out of him for a second.
Chris, meanwhile, was still pinned beneath his own disbelief.
"No," he said.
Travis did not flinch. "Yes."
"No," Chris repeated, more sharply this time, sitting up on his elbows. "Explain the impossible part."
There was a brief silence.
Travis, to his credit, answered like a physician and not a man who had just been asked to explain elementary royal reproductive mechanics.
"The direct insemination His Majesty can perform," he said carefully, "is the most efficient method. It places sperm exactly where it needs to be and significantly increases the chances of conception."
