Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby
"Ten of them."
"And toes," the doctor moved the wand. We counted them together. One, two, three, four, five. "Ten toes. Two feet."
She moved the wand up to the face.
It was the first time we had really seen her profile. She had a button nose, a high forehead, and lips that were currently sucking on her thumb.
"She looks like you," Noah whispered, leaning closer to the screen as if he could touch her through the pixels. "Look at that nose. That's the Stone nose."