Another life.
Dr. Salinas said gently, “Laura… there are two babies.”
The room disappeared.
Two.
I stared at the screen.
One heartbeat.
Then another.
Two
tiny pulses of life beating inside me while the man who created this chaos stood there with his mistress at his side.
“Twins?” I whispered.
Dr. Salinas smiled softly.
“Yes. Twins.”
My hands flew to my stomach.
I began crying so hard I could barely see.
Two babies.Infant care products
Two little miracles.
Two children Diego had called another man’s without even seeing them.
Paula made a strangled sound.
Diego stared at the screen, pale now.
Completely pale.
“Twins,” he repeated.
It was not joy in his voice.
It was fear.
Because one baby could be dismissed in his mind as an inconvenience.
Two babies meant consequence.Infant care products
Two babies meant child support.
Two babies meant public truth.
Two babies meant the story he had built with Paula was no longer romantic.
