A boy.
Dean stared at the screen for several seconds after the physician said it, as though the image might suddenly become clearer now that one more piece of their child had a name.
The grainy profile did not change.
A small head. Curved spine. One arm tucked close to his chest while the other moved with enough determination that the physician had already commented on how cooperative he had been for measurements.
Their son.
Dean felt something warm expand beneath his ribs.
Then the image from the department store returned with such ridiculous precision that he started laughing.
Arion turned from the monitor.
"What?"
Dean covered his mouth briefly, shoulders shaking.
"The miniature version of you."
Arion's brows lifted.
"I was joking about a tiny Arion walking around in a black coat, judging everyone, and now there is actually going to be a boy."
"You requested my personality too."
"That was before I understood the consequences."
