The technician's wand glides over my belly as she chatters with Grams about the weather, but I barely register their voices over the whoosh-whoosh sound filling the room. Is that---?
"Ah, there we are." The technician taps a few keys, freezing the image. "Look at that strong heartbeat."
"Just like her grandmother." Grams leans forward, squinting at the screen. "I had two miscarriages before Nova's father, you know. The doctor said my heart wasn't strong enough to carry, but I showed him."
The technician laughs appreciatively. "We do love to see fighting genes in our mamas-to-be. And it's so nice to have this many generations here for support! Will other grandparents be joining for future visits?"
The technician's innocent question slices through our bubble of calm.
Sam goes completel
