Gorde
GordeBeside me, Danica vibrates with energy. Her foot taps fast and she clenches her fingers together as Bayla runs the scan over her bare belly. “What do you see?” Her voice is taut.
“Relax.” The midwife’s voice is soothing, but Danica squeezes my fingers harder than ever.
“There’s the heart.” Dr. Daneth points to the screen, where a pulsing blob of white and black motion blurs in front of my eyes.
I peer forward, my heart leaping to match the pulse of the tiny thing. “It’s so small.” I hear the wonder in my own tone.
Dr. Daneth chuckles. “Actually, it’s quite big for the time frame.” He blinks. “Growing faster than expected. If this growth rate keeps up”—he shoots a look at his mate—“Bayla, can you pull up the chart?”
She nods and a hologram springs into the air between us. T
