"You think so?" John asked softly, smiling at Fred before she kissed him. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek, his fingers tangling a bit in the hair falling over her ear. "I hope so. I know you're going to be a great mother."
He then looked over at their friends, snorting a bit at the name Ronon suggested, shaking his head. "Sorry, pal. I don't want the two of you to get confused about who we're talking to."
When Jennifer made her offer, he thought it was a good idea, finally finding out whether the baby was a girl or a boy. At least then, he'd be sure that he was calling their daughter by the right gender and not causing a possible identity crisis later on down the line. "I think we should," he told Fred. He could see from the look on her face that she really wanted this as well. "And this game in fun, Ronon. You just don't like it because it doesn't have guns."
Once all the drivers and the putter were back in his bag, John grabbed it and hitched it on his shoulder as he took Fred's hand. Ronon grabbed the chairs that the two girls had been using. Together, the four of them headed back into the city and down to medical where Jennifer had Fred get on the exam table and lay down.
"All right," she said, spreading a bit of gel across Fred's stomach before she turned on the ultrasound machine and started running the wand across her. "Aw, look. Ten fingers and ten toes. And there's the head. And that's the heartbeat. Good and strong."
John smiled. "Hey there," he said before he realized he was talking to the monitor. He cleared his throat. "So um...? Ten fingers and ten toes. No extra parts that indicate...you know...?"
Jennifer laughed. "No, John. No extra part. You're having a little girl."