"Love, I'm home!" you hear Harry's voice in the doorway, and you nervously get up from the couch. His footsteps approach the living room until you come face to face with his smile. "How are my girls today?" You can't hold it in any longer and burst into tears, inconsolable. "Hey... hey, what's wrong?" he says, approaching you as quickly as he can and cupping your face in his hands.

Today you had a quick appointment with the doctor to check that the pregnancy was going well. Harry couldn't join you this time because he had to sort out some things with the record label and so on. Everything was going great until the doctor fell silent, staring at the monitor. This obviously made you tense, thinking something was wrong with the baby.

Apparently, you were having a boy instead of a girl.

You'd been told a month earlier that you were expecting a girl. You couldn't have been happier; a girl had always been your dream. You started buying a ton of little dresses, you had already chosen a name for the little girl, and now it was going to be a boy.

Obviously you're going to love him just as much or more than if it had been a girl, but you were still nervous about telling Harry because his dream had always been to have a girl.