you're my last shot

finding out they're having a girl

"You're making me dizzy."

Harry resists the urge to roll his eyes at Y/N's annoyingly cavalier demeanor. He knows they're here every few weeks, but she's gotten surprisingly calm at spreading her legs under a scratchy paper gown as her doctor pokes and prods at her uterus and growing tummy. Today, however, is different, and Harry refuses to pretend like it's not a big deal — today, they can find out the sex of their baby.

"Sorry," he mutters, pausing his pacing to shuffle over to the table she's sprawled across. She still maintains the whole "no-standing-down-there" rule, which he's happy to respect. "Just nervous."

"I know you are, but there's nothing to be nervous about. It's either a boy or a girl. Really, it's all bullshit anyway, they may decide differently once they're here—"

"I know that," Harry says with a huff. Typically, the roles between them are very much reversed — she's constantly irritated with his chatty nature, but he's learned that he gets rather... irked when she acts so flippant about certain things, especially pertaining to their child. He tries not to let it get to him, knowing that they essentially have opposite personalities and communication styles, but it's a bit tougher when he's swimming chest-high in anxiety.

Thankfully, a knock at the door puts a fast stop to their back-and-forth; the entrance of Dr. Ruth serving as a much-needed distraction.

"Hi, you two!" she greets happily as she takes a seat on the small swivel chair, "Are we ready to find out the sex today?"

"Yes!" Harry replies all-too quickly, making Y/N snicker from the table. He issues a glare her way and it only makes her laugh harder.

"Harry's a little... anxious about it."

Dr. Ruth hums as she prepares Y/N for her sonogram, "That's a very normal way to feel. Tons of parents to-be come in here feeling nervous about finding out. Don't worry, Harry."

He nods, leaning his elbow at the top of the table Y/N's laying on. "And what about if someone's not nervous? Is that normal?"

"Harry," Y/N chides with squinted eyes, "Shut up about it already."

He's grateful that Dr. Ruth is used to their bickering and ignores them. Once she turns the light off so they can see the screen better, the room goes silent — their incessant need to banter is instantly forgotten, three pairs of eyes glued to the sonogram as Dr. Ruth moves the wand around Y/N's lower stomach.

"Alright guys," she murmurs, glancing over to see two eager, expectant faces, "You're having a girl."

An explosion of fireworks sets off in Harry's stomach. He never admitted it to Y/N, but he was hoping for a girl — he'd love and cherish any gender, but there was something about being a dad to a little girl that just got him.

A toothy grin is painted over his face as Dr. Ruth continues to prattle on about the baby's growth. All he catches is that she's looking healthy and everything's great, which is a win in any case. It's only when she turns the lights back on and exits the room to give them privacy that he glances at Y/N, who has tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What's wrong?" he asks, confused. "Were you... were you hoping for a boy?"

Quickly, she shakes her head, raising her hand to haphazardly wipe the tears away.

"N-no. I wasn't... I was fine with anything... but we're having a girl. Harry, we're gonna have a little baby girl."

He realizes then that they're happy tears — something he doesn't think he's ever seen from her before — and he smiles with a nod, gently smoothing her hair back.

"Yeah, we are," he murmurs softly, "Are you happy?"

She nods, "Yes. Yeah. I feel like it's... right, y'know? I don't really buy into fate or any of that shit but something about this... I don't know, it seems good."

"It is good," he agrees, "She'll be the sweetest little angel."

Y/N laughs softly as Harry helps her up. He hands her her leggings and underwear and she makes quick work to pull them up her legs.

"Well, actually, if she's anything like her mumma, she'll be tough and won't put up with anyone's shit. Especially mine."

She rolls her eyes and issues a light smack to his chest, making him laugh.

"Your shit isn't too awful to put up with, by the way," she mumbles as she grabs the scrunchie from her wrist, forming a ponytail with her hair, "We're getting dim sum for lunch now, right?"

He nods. They're quiet as they leave the doctor's office, ever a maze of hallways and elevators, and head down to the parking lot where Harry's parked in one of the expecting parents only spots.

When he glances over at Y/N, who has her hand over her growing bump as always, he resists the urge to tell her that he was only nervous because he wanted her to be happy.

He's so happy they're happy.