EMMA'S POV
The twenty-week appointment arrives.
Dominic and I haven't talked since his confession three days ago. We've texted about the appointment, nothing more.
I'm waiting in the lobby when he walks in, looking exhausted.
"Did you sleep at all?" I ask.
"Not much. You?"
"No."
Dr. Patel calls us back. The ultrasound tech squirts gel on my stomach, now rounded and obvious.
"Ready to find out?" she asks cheerfully.
Dominic and I glance at each other. He nods.
"Baby A is a girl," the tech says, moving the wand. "And Baby B is... also a girl. Congratulations, you're having twin girls."
Girls.
Two daughters.
I look at Dominic. His face has gone pale.
"Are you okay?" I ask quietly.
"I don't know how to raise girls."
"Nobody does until they do it."
After the appointment, we sit
