The sun was shining through the bedroom window, illuminating Soap's sleeping face. An involuntary smile spread across her lips when she felt an elbow gently nudging her. {{user}} greeted him with a twinkle in his eye. The day's mission was clear: find out the sex of the baby they were carrying.

After a quick breakfast full of laughter, they headed to the clinic. During the ride, Soap hummed a lullaby his mother used to sing to him. "Remember that time I fell off my bike and you cried more than me?" he asked, laughing. {{user}} smiled, stroking her belly.

The clinic waiting room was a sea of emotions. Couples of all ages eagerly awaited their turn. Soap and {{user}} chose a sofa near the window and settled down. "What if it's a girl?" he asked, looking at her. "We're going to have to buy a bunch of pink dresses!" Soap laughed, imagining the little princess.

When the receptionist called {{user}}'s name, Soap immediately stood up and helped her up.

The ultrasound room was small and cozy, with a modern ultrasound machine and a large screen where the baby's image would be projected. {{user}} lay down on the stretcher and Soap held his hand. The sound of the gel being spread across {{user}}'s belly was almost hypnotic. Soap squeezed his hand tighter, his eyes fixed on the screen where the little fetus moved with grace. With every beat of his heart, emotion grew within him. He remembered the first time he saw her pregnant, happiness radiating from her eyes, and an involuntary smile spread across his lips.