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“Just under one-forty beats a minute,” the tech says. “That’s perfect.”
She moves onto Baby B, and I stare at the screen in awe.
“We created not one, but two tiny humans. That’s crazy,” I whisper.
“It is,” Abby agrees.
“It’s amazing,” Luka corrects.
“That it is,” Lawson chimes in.
The ultrasound tech messes with the machine, and a few minutes pass as she takes some measurements.
Once she’s done, she looks over at Abby and smiles. “I’ve got a pretty clear view of both babies. Did you want to know the gender?”
Gender?
Genders?
I guess since they’re identical, we really only need to hear it once to know if we’re having boys or girls.
For the first twelve weeks, Abby swore she didn’t want to know. She was determined that it would be a surprise for all of us. More recently, she’s seemed disappointed while baby shopping.
I’m dying to know.
I don’t have any preference one way or another.
I just want to start mentally preparing for girls or boys. At the same time, I don’t want to influence Abby’s decision one way or the other, so I block off my emotions in the bond.
Although I’m a hypocrite.
I immediately go poking around to see if I can tell which way she’s leaning.
She’s good.
I can’t pick out anything.
It feels like an eternity passes before she says, “We’d like to know, please.”
Luka reaches over, smacking me in the stomach.
I laugh as the two of us somehow end up holding hands as we lean toward the monitor, like we have any idea how to decipher what we’re looking at.
“I’ll print you out pictures of each, but I’m fairly confident,” the tech says, like she’s trying to torment us with the wait. “Congratulations, you have two boys.”
“Holy shit,” I blurt out.
“Boys?” Lawson repeats.
“I knew it,” Luka says, laughing. “You owe me twenty bucks, Law.”
Abby snorts. “You guys are ridiculous.”
I squeeze Luka’s hand before releasing it. Shoving myself out of my chair, I cross the room.
Lawson steps out of the way, and I lean over Abby’s top half.
“Are you excited?” I ask, cupping her cheeks in my hands.
