"Oh please, like I'd want my firstborns to be football players. They'll do something a lot more important. They can be cheerleaders," she answered, nodding sagely. "You still don't grasp the scale of importance. Cheerleaders first, then football players, then basketball players, then all those sports with no cheerleaders, then there's the president of the United States, and you go from there."
Savannah smiled. "We would have never met if we hadn't ended up here. Even if we had, you would have lied about your job, need to know, classified, and all of that, and I still would have never known you."
When she pulled back, she laughed but there was a blush on her face. "You're horrible, and I went from flat to fat in a month. I got breasts and a stomach and it's crazy. One month and it's like ... from not pregnant to swallowing a basketball over night, so no, I'm not your present." She got up and went into the empty room before coming back with a bag. "Since I wasn't sure. Here we go," she said handing Marty his gift.