The boys then throw their heads back, wailing harder and I…
Well, I do something that, in retrospect, is probably very dumb.
But I gasp and smile broadly, my eyes shining as I lean forward, my voice breathless with joy. “Girls!?” I ask Alvin, thrilled. “They’re girls!?”
“See!” he shouts, staring daggers at me and leaping up from my lap. “You are happy they are girls! You will love them more!”
“No, I –“ I say, trying to wipe the smile from my face and failing.
“Mamaaa,” Ian moans, like his life is ending, slipping bonelessly from his father’s lap to fall in a puddle on the floor. “You will love them – you will forget about us –“
“I won’t, I promise I won’t!”
“You still have me!” Victor offers to the boys, putting out a hand towards him.
Betrayed, I spin on him, my mouth falling op
