Okay, now I bet you are all thinking that I called up Remy on the spot and told him I was pregnant and he rushed into the city and we get married and everybody lives happily ever after.

Well… either your parents read you one too many bedtime stories or ya'll are on crack, 'cause no way in hell am I telling that asshole anything. I am a modern day woman! I own my own business! I pay rent on time! So fuck Remy and fuck men. Granted, I loved Remy, but he was supposed to be a sperm donor and that is exactly what he became. I just had more fun doing it than going to my gyno.

So why did I see him in everything I did? Walking though the park and seeing dad's pick up their babies and toss them up and catch them, although very dangerous why did I imagine Remy doing that?

I was six months along and really showing. I could fit into my regular clothes up until 2 months, then I had to break out the overalls and baggie t-shirts. Then Jubilee and I visited the maternity and baby section of the GAP. It was August and hot, and I was miserable. Jubilee was driving me to Dr. McCoy's (or Hank as I referred to him as.) I was getting a sonogram and hopefully I'd know whether to decorate in blue or purple, I don't like pink. Jubes was coming along like she did in everything from Lamaze to yoga, for my back. And, it helped that she thought Hank was "A total George Clooney in that lab coat," my sister is a little strange.

"What do you think of the name Jackson, if it's a boy? I asked looking up from the copy of Big Book of Baby Names that was lying on the coffee table. We were sitting in the waiting room of Dr. McCoy's office

"I like it, but you are having a girl, and naming it Jubilation Lee Xavier II." She said not looking up from the Modern Mom magazine she was reading.

"It could be a boy, and I'm not naming my daughter Jubilation, sorry, no." I said closing my book.

"Oh!"

"Well no offense, it's a stupid name. Mom was weird I mean come on, Rogue?"

"No not that, there's an article in here on how to predict your baby's sex. Lie on the floor!"

"What? No way that's just a stupid old wife's tale!"

"No, no trust me, it'll work. I know you don't have a wedding ring but do you have anything Remy gave you with you?" She asked. I looked though my purse.

"Ummm, I have a key chain."

"Alright that will work. Lie down." Jubilee helped me lie down on the floor. Then she unlaced her tennis shoe and tied one end to the key ring. "If it swings left to right it's a boy, front to back, a girl." She held it over my stomach and it started to swing.

"Well?" I said impatiently

"According to this you are having a transsexual."

"Don't even joke about that!"                                       **No offense to any transsexuals**

"Wait a tick, it's straightening. Aha I told you, you're having a boy."

"You said you thought it was a girl."

"Nuh-uh,"

"Yes-uh."

"Well what's in the past is in the past."

            I sighed heavily and that was the time Hank walked into the room

"Ms. Xavier! Oh my god! Don't worry um, just start to breath!"

"Wait! Wait! I'm not in labor don't worry." I said struggling to sit up and failing.

            It took about tens minute to convince Hank that I was fine. I was lying on the exam table with my shirt raised exposing my protruding tummy. Jubes was standing next to me trying not to drool.

"Okay Rogue let's get started," he said pulling on latex gloves he then squirted cold gel on my stomach a put the wand on it. And a picture with my baby came up on the screen. Jubes was studying the screen closely.

"Hey is that his… um,"

"Penis?" Hank asked

"Yeah,"

"No that would be an arm. Do you want to know the sex of the baby?" He asked me.

"Definitely,"

"Well, you are looking at your future daughter."