Author's Note: Written for the Fanfic 100 Challenge and inspired by the prompt "weeks".
The Future's Not What It Used to Be
John tried to help Shayera undress and don the gown, but she insisted on doing it herself.
He shivered. Why are these rooms always ice-cold?
After a perfunctory knock, the obstetrician entered. She was new to the League's medical staff, courtesy of the Queen Foundation. John knew Shayera was glad to avoid spending hours in a waiting room, trying to ignore everyone staring at her wings.
The exam proceeded, and finally the moment arrived. John leaned forward to see the image on the screen.
Sixteen weeks. They should be able to tell by now.
"Congratulations, you two. It's a girl."