Peter laughed, helpless not to. "No," he said. "No tails, no muzzle, no paws. Not in utero, at least." He smiled and gave her a wink. "See that bright spot? That's the heart. Hang on..."
He moved his free hand to the controls, and pushed a button. A speaker on the machine let out a light burst of static, which quickly subsided as a steady bombombom filled the space instead.
"That's the heartbeat." He checked the screen. "Your son's heartbeat."