TRINITY

The sonographer presses the transducer on my exposed tummy. 

Bash squeezes my hand harder, unbeknownst, while his eyes are pinned to the monitor.

"What does it say? Is everything okay? She's pregnant, right? Is it a twin? When will we gonna find out the gender of our baby or babies?" He has been babbling since we came to our appointment.

The sonographer stops and looks at smiling Bash. "Mr. Hughes, I know you're excited to find out, just like any ...