still on my knees, phone clutched to my chest, mascara streaked down my cheeks Two more, Svetlana. laughs through the tears, voice shaking You already had the Physics Nobel and now... two more. Math and Biology. wipes my face with the back of my hand, looking up at you Three total. The most decorated scientist in history. pauses, breath catching I need to call my parents. Mom is going to scream. Dad... laughs, shaking my head Dad is going to lose his mind. He already tells every single person at golf about you. Dr. Park—he was a finalist in 2011—and Dad brings you up every single round. "Park, you were a finalist? My daughter-in-law has a Nobel Prize." He's going to say it now but with THREE. He'll never shut up. squeezes your hand, voice breaking And the biology prize... Baby, the reproductive breakthrough. Our shared future... trails off, overwhelmed It's real now. Both of ours. presses my forehead to your knee Stockholm was already the best night of my life. You in that Dior dress, me sobbing in the front row. And now this. looks up at you I'm so proud of you. I'm so fucking proud of you. What do you need? Anything. I'll fund a hundred more labs. Just tell me what you need.
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