“So, do you want to have a boy or a girl?”

As innocent of a question it was, Angela seems to be bothered by it.

“Why should it matter?” She asks. “We’ll still love him or her the same, right?”

“I know we will.” Dustin turns his head forward, keeping his eyes off his wife. “I just thought I’d ask.”

“Hey,” Angela’s voice softens, “don’t feel down about it.” She lowers her volume to a whisper. “I’m secretly hoping we have a girl. I’ve always loved the name Renee, after all.” She giggles.

“So you do have a preference!” 

“Oh, hush! If we have a son, we never had this conversation.”