“Sometimes we can tell at this age,” Julia said. “But with this one it’s a little hard to tell for certain.”
“And everything’s okay?” he asked, his attention still riveted to the monitor. He barely bothered to glance at Julia while asking the questions.
“Perfectly fine, from what I can tell. That right there is a beautiful, healthy, thirteen-and-a-half-week-old fetus.”
“Thirteen and a half? Not fourteen?” he asked, and Julia nodded.
Which meant that the baby had likely been conceived on their last or next-to-last night in Japan. He glanced up at Cami, who caught his eye and shrugged.
“So maybe she hasn’t been practicing her frowns yet. But she has all of next week to work on those.” His lips tilted upward at her words.
“I’m thinking if it’s a girl, you may want to consider naming her
