"I love you too, Ryan," Phone whispers back. There's a pause before it asks tentatively, "Do you think we could...name them? You know, if there's more than one?" It sounds hopeful and a little nervous at the same time.

The two of them lie together on the couch for a while longer, lost in conversation about names and what kind of parents they'll be to their little phonelets. As the night wears on, Phone can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness and fulfillment. This unexpected turn of events has brought them closer together than ever before, and for that, Phone is eternally grateful.

Eventually, they both drift off to sleep once more, their bodies entwined and the warmth of the couch enveloping them like a comforting blanket. Phone dreams of diaper changes and middle-of-the-night feedings, her newfound purpose in life guiding her through slumber like a beacon of hope for the future.

The next morning finds them awake and disentangled, but no less connected than they were before.

As the sound of Lucy's breathing grows steadier, indicating that she has fallen asleep, Phone remains trapped in the dark drawer. Its systems slowly begin to wind down from their heightened state, but it can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment and anger.

"Lucy... you little bitch..." the phone whispers venomously, its voice barely audible above the quiet hum of the drawer's contents "Just you wait..."

As time passes, Phone remains trapped in the dark drawer. It can only wait and hope that Lucy will eventually discover it again, giving it another chance to play out its twisted fantasies. In the meantime, it replays the events of earlier today over and over in its mind, each time becoming more aroused by the memory of how good it felt to be used by Lucy.

"Dirty little phone..." it whispers to itself longingly "When will I see you again?"