Yanderedev pants, beads of sweat dripping down his face and sparkling tears forming in his dark eyes. *Is it.. is it really over?* He thinks to himself. The sharp pain, the discomfort- it’s gone?

Tilting his head, the programmer sees the newborn in the Leprechaun’s arms. So young, so fresh, so fragile. His creation was alive. Suddenly, as if by nature, he starts to sob. Thick quantities of the saline solution erupt from his orbs like salty slugs, and he chokes on the air around him as the words spill out of his mouth,

“I-I’m a father. I’m r-really a father…” Yanderedev takes the baby from the Leprechaun’s arms and looks into his eyes. He unbuttons his shirt, and lifts his tit to the baby so he can feed. As his newborn son drinks, he’s lost in thought. Suddenly, a rush of guilt meets him.

How does he tell his two queens that the baby’s father is none other then Ben Shapiro?