Damian gets up looking at the screen with the doctor. His head moves sideways. Then to the other side. I squint my eyes at him and pout. “Anything?” The Doctor looks over his machine. “Well, erm, yeah” he starts to cough. “It’s twins. And they are both healthy as can be, he turns the machine’s volume up and we can hear the heartbeat from both of them. Damian’s face drops, he is white as a sheet. The doctor now turns the machine and moves his chair. Damian sits next to me holding my hand. “This is twin A, slightly bigger than Twin B. Can you see, they have turned around which makes it a little harder to see but, look, HE is very healthy. And here we have Twin B, a little smaller but still an average cub size at your gestation. SHE is fine too. Everything is just as it should be ten fingers
