Paula whispered, “Diego?”
He snapped, “Be quiet.”
The doctor’s face hardened.
“Do not speak that way in my examination room.”
For some reason, that almost made me cry again.
A stranger had defended me with more dignity than my husband had given me in weeks.
Diego dragged both hands through his hair.
“This doesn’t prove the baby is mine.”
The words came out weaker this time.
Dr. Salinas looked at him as if he had disappointed her professionally and morally.
“No ultrasound can prove paternity. But it can prove that your accusation based solely on the timing of your vasectomy was medically ignorant.”
Paula flinched.
I sat up slowly, wiping the gel from my belly with shaking hands.
For the first time since Diego had placed his coffee cup down and looked at me like garbage, I felt my spine straighten.
I looked at him.
“You left me for her before asking one doctor one question.”
Diego opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Paula’s eyes flicked between us.
Then the second shock arrived.
Dr. Salinas turned the screen slightly.
“There is one more thing.”
My heart jumped.
I grabbed the edge of the examination table.
“What?”
She softened immediately.
“The baby’s heartbeat is strong. But I need to show you something else.”
Diego muttered, “What now?”
The doctor moved the probe slowly.
A second dark shape appeared beside the first.
My mind did not understand it at first.
Then I saw another tiny flicker.
Another rhythm.
Another life.
Dr. Salinas said gently, “Laura… there are two babies.”
The room disappeared.
Two.
I stared at the screen.
