"I'm pregnant!" Ira rushes out of the toilets with the positive pregnancy test result. Rohans grins with joy.

"Yesssss, baby girl," he picks her up and swings her around.

"Aghhhh, put me down Rohan!"

"Okay, okay. You're heavy as hell anyway."

This remark scars her heart; but she's never been one to put scars on display.

"We should go to the doctors. See how our baby boy is developing. And then we'll go to the shops and buy him clothes and--" Rohan drones on about the baby day planned ahead.

In Ira's mind, there's only one thing: baby boy. What if it's a girl?

"Rohan. The doctors won't be able to say anything: it's too early in the pregnancy for the ultrasound." Ira deflects.

"Fine, fine. You're right. But we can go shopping." He holds up his credit card with a leading grin.

So they go.