“It’s okay, Babe, just breathe,” Prince Richard urged the tense Ziva while the royal physician put a probe on her tummy to do the scan.
Ziva closed her eyes, the silence from the machine telling her what she feared. The upside of being a doctor was knowing that at three months, she should be able to hear the babies hearts beating when that probe is placed on her tummy.
‘Lub Dub, Lub Dub’
Ziva’s eyes flipped open, praying that it was not her imagination.
‘Lub Dub, Lub Dub’
“They are still there! They are alive! Our babies are alive!” Ziva exclaimed excitedly, looking at the ultrasound screen.
“Yes, they are but they are not out of the woods yet. You need strict bed rest, the next twenty four hours is critical,” the doctor explained.
Ziva nodded frantically. She will do anything f
