Iron Crowned Chapter 22

No one had to tell me the ways in which that exponenti eachy composite things. Jasmines gasp confirmed my many realizations.Two placentas, said Veronica, pausing and typing something one-handed art object still keeping hold of the paddle.What whats that mean? I asked.It means they could be identical or fraternal, said Dr. Sartori. One placenta would be identical for sure.I swallowed. The noise, that wavelike sound It was drowning me. My heartbeat, another heartbeat, and another still How was it possible? How could in that location be so much life in one proboscis?Can you still do the test? I stammered out.Dr. Sartori was holding the goad but make no moves as his eyes flicked back to the monitor. I can but its not recommended in this situation. With twins, the risks are increased.I dont care, I said firmly. I still essential it. I have to know. With my family invoice I prayed he wouldnt demand too many details beyond what Dr. Moore had sent over. He and Veronica discussed a few things, using medical language I couldnt follow. She utilise the paddle to check every angle, pickings measurements on her computer as he occasionally pointed details out. Finally, aft(prenominal) another warning against the procedure, he agreed to do it.It hurt as much as youd expect from a giant needle organism stuck into you. His hands were superhumanly steady, as his eyes held firm to the monitor so he could watch the needles progress. I still couldnt make out much in the images but knew the challenge was to witness to the placenta without touching a fetus. Placentas, in this case. They had to raise up another test kit, using another needle in allege to sample from both babies.Babies.I still couldnt believe it. They helped me when they finished the test, fill Jasmine and me up with post-care instructions to reduce both self-injury and the risk of miscarriage.Does it matter? I thought bleakly. A miscarriage would take the decision away from me. Itd be out of my hands.F or now, one tiny problem did present itself getting family line. I was sore and didnt feel like driving. In fact, Id been advised not to. Jasmine helpfully offered to.I know for a fact you dont have a license, I told her. I was leaning against my car, baking in welcome sunshine.No, but I can drive. Come on, its not that far. And you certainly cant. What do you want to do? Call Tim and let him know whats going on? she challenged.I cute my mom, I realized. I wanted my mom to come and drive me home to her home. I wanted her to take care of me and talk to me like she used to. I wanted her to fix all this.I blinked rapidly and sour my head, not wanting Jasmine to see me tear up.Fine. I held out the keys. If we get pulled over, the tickets coming out of your allowance.To her credit, she drove responsibly, and she was right it wasnt far. I tilted my station back slightly, wanting to stillness for the abutting few days or however long it would take to get back my results. I didnt wa nt to endure the waiting. I couldnt endure the waiting. The cars silence and rhythm nearly took me down the stairs until Jasmine spoke.So, she said matter-of-factly. If theyre boys, you get an abortion. If theyre girls Then I dont. I hadnt realized Id made my decision until that moment. When Id heard those heartbeats well, it didnt matter if motherhood and drastic body changes shake the hell out of me. If I had two daughters, daughters unconnected to any prophecy, I would have them. Id figure parenting out. If theyre girls, Ill keep them.She nodded and said nothing more until we were bout down my street. Honestly, I was surprised she waited that long because Id already known what else she was end to ask.Eugenie?Yes, Jasmine?What are you going to do if ones a boy and ones a girl?I stared ahead at my house. I suddenly didnt want to sleep just for the next few days. I wanted to sleep for the next nine months. Or seven months. Or whatever. I didnt answer her question.I cant have a son, I said at last. You know that. Thats all there is to it.