Chapter 8
At six weeks, Sol and I headed for the infirmary. Dr. Beverly Bashir, who we were fortunate to have as the Chief Medical Officer on Elovaris, examined Sol with a few quick scans and an even quicker blood test. With a huge smile, she announced that Sol was in perfect health.
And so were our children.
I had a ridiculous moment of smug pride having it confirmed that Sol was carrying twins. Or at least, that’s what I called them. Sol had corrected me already, reminding me it was common for Ssarften to carry multiple babies. A mrrsai was the word he used. And I loved the soft smile that graced his muzzle every time he said it.
When Dr. Bashir was finished, she turned in her seat with a flourish. “Only one thing left. Would you like to know your babies’ genders?”
The aghast look o
