REINER
Taking the kids to my sister's studio had not been the most practical idea of the century: the two of them were not only thrilled to see their baby sister, but they were intrigued by whatever they saw, so it was difficult to contain them and get them to sit still.
“Be good,” I said, finally managing to grab them and, this time, holding them while I sat behind Isabelle and next to Becks, so they could see the screen.
“Okay!” Izzy exclaimed with a big smile, taking the gel and spreading a generous dose on Becky's tummy. “Everybody ready?”
There was no way for Becky and me to answer - our children squealed and yelled a big "YES!" for us.
She winked at them. “Then let's see how this baby sister is doing!”
She placed the probe on Becks' belly, and black and white flashes began to
