With a deep breath, Ira grabs Rohan's hands and professes her concerns.

"I don't know Rohan--"

"You don't know what?"

"I don't know. It might be a girl; all of you are saying it'll be a boy and it must be a boy and we even have names for baby boys decided. But it might be a girl..."

"I don't think so." Rohan states assuredly.

"But what if it is a girl? That'll be such a let-down to everyone."

"Hey, hey," he gently cups Ira's face in his hands, "I know it's a boy. And look, if you're concerned, I'll call the relatives over to explain to them about what could happen. You're being perfectly reasonable, it could be a girl. And we should be prepared."

"Thanks." Ira drifts into a mindless sleep.