Beneath His Gaze
she instructs calmly.
I do, and she rubs something cold on my stomach, making me flinch slightly. She picks up something she calls an ultrasound scanner and moves it across my abdomen.
“Look at the screen,” she says.
I glance up—and freeze.
Two small shapes appear, like tiny jellybeans.
“Those are your babies, Ian,” she says gently.
For a moment, I just stare.
Something warm bubbles up inside me.
Then it all crashes down.
“Can I… remove them?” I ask.