Savannah wasn't interested in a theological discussion, because it had veered off course and now they were just talking possibilities that had nothing to do with their main point. Instead she watched as Marty processed what she'd said with hesitation. He hadn't even wanted this baby when it was one, and now she was springing another one on him after keep it a secret.
She relaxed when he kissed her, smiling against his lips. "Maybe... I... I don't know what the blood means. I mean there are still two or Eliot would have said something. He's... he's nice and helpful, but he's not a doctor either. I've been mentioning this sonogram." She'd dropped hints left and right, and maybe it was time to stop with the hints. "I need to find a way to get this sonogram done before I go crazy, Marty. I need to know if we're having one child or two or none, if they are healthy. I need... you have to help me convince them. I don't care how dangerous it is. I have to know."