Rejected while pregnant - My Ex husband begged too late
Whitman had taught her not shallow, not rushed, the kind of breathing that told the body it was not in danger even when the available evidence suggested otherwise.
The twins moved.
Small, fluttering, unmistakable — a sensation she’d been feeling for three weeks now, always surprising her afresh, like a secret kept inside her own body that she still hadn’t fully learned to believe.
She placed her hand against her stomach, seventeen floors up and suspended in the dark, and felt the particular fierce tenderness that had replaced every other feeling she’d had about this pregnancy the moment Dr. Whitman had said both heartbeats are strong.
“I’m sorry,” Damian said, not looking up from the panel.