EMMA'S POV
Dr. Patel's office is cold.
I'm lying on the exam table while she does the twelve-week ultrasound. Dominic stands against the wall, arms crossed, maintaining his careful distance.
We haven't spoken about the balcony conversation. That was four days ago.
"There's Baby A," Dr. Patel says, pointing at the screen. "And Baby B. Both measuring perfectly."
Two tiny shapes on the screen. Hearts beating. Arms and legs visible now.
"They're so small," I whisper.
"They'll get bigger. Trust me." Dr. Patel smiles. "Everything looks excellent. Emma, how are you feeling?"
"Better. Less nauseous."
"Good. The second trimester is usually easier. You can resume light activities, but nothing strenuous."
After the appointment, James drives us home in silence. Dominic stares out the window.
