**Chapter 3: The Aftermath of Desperation**

The silence between David and Daisy was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of their labored breathing. David's eyes drifted towards Daisy, but she refused to meet his gaze. Her face was a mask of disgust and hurt, and David knew he had to give her space. As the minutes ticked by, David's mind began to reel with the implications of what had just happened. He had tried to prevent a disaster, but it seemed like he had made things worse. The thought of potentially two fertilized eggs, one with his own sperm competing with itself, sent a shiver down his spine. Daisy finally broke the silence, her voice low and husky. "We need to talk about what just happened." Her words were laced with a mix of emotions, and David could sense the turmoil brewing inside her. David nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. "I know. I'm sorry, Daisy. I was just trying to...I don't know, prevent something from happening." Daisy turned to him, her eyes blazing with anger. "Prevent something from happening? You just ejaculated inside me again, David. You're not even thinking about the consequences of your actions." David felt a pang of guilt, knowing that Daisy was right. He had been driven by desperation, and his actions had been reckless and thoughtless. As they lay there, the tension between them grew thicker. David knew he had to make things right, but he didn't know where to start. He reached out a hand, hesitantly, and Daisy flinched. "Don't touch me," she warned, her voice firm. David withdrew his hand, feeling a stinging sense of rejection. He knew he had hurt Daisy, and he didn't blame her for pushing him away. The room fell silent once more, and David knew he had to give Daisy the space she needed. He slowly got out of bed, his movements quiet and deliberate. "I'll go get some water," he said, his voice soft. "We can talk about this later, when you're feeling better." Daisy nodded, her eyes still fixed on the ceiling. David slipped out of the room, feeling a sense of unease wash over him. He knew that their relationship had been pushed to the breaking point, and he wasn't sure if it could be salvaged. As he walked to the kitchen, David's mind began to wander to the what-ifs. What if Daisy was pregnant with two embryos, both fertilized by his own sperm? What if the competition between the two sperm created some kind of...he didn't know, monster? The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and David knew he had to confront the reality of his actions. He had made a mess, and now he had to face the consequences. As he poured himself a glass of water, David caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked like a man who had lost his way, haunted by the ghosts of his own making. He knew he had to make things right, not just with Daisy, but with himself. The water tasted bitter in his mouth, and David knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult. But he also knew that he had to try, for Daisy's sake, and for his own.