"Is Sherlock Holmes ever wrong?" Sherlock smiled sweetly at his two best friends as they sat around the fireplace at 221B.

"Occasionally, yes, he has been known to be," John pointed out, taking a pull from his bottle of imported lager.

"Very rarely," Sherlock said with a slight huff. "Barely notable."

Greg nearly choked on his drink. "Rarely, yes. VERY rarely? Dream on, Sherlock!"

"So, you're saying I'm WRONG then? About the baby being a girl?" Sherlock smirked over his glass.

"I'm a medical doctor, and I say you and Molly are having a boy. Based upon certain… signs."

"Well… ONE of you is right," Greg conceded. "I've seen the scans and I know for certain. But I'll not tell you which of you is correct. I hear tell that Mary and Mrs. Hudson have opinions on which they are in mutual agreement."

"Mary and Mrs. Hudson are quite correct," Sherlock said, haughtily. John frowned at him.

"They're daft. Neither has a clue," the doctor sniffed.

"Well, time will tell the both of you who's right. Godson, or Goddaughter. Hmmm… which is it then… Goddaughter or Godson…" Greg grinned smugly.

"Is there a name chosen yet for my… sorry," Sherlock apologized, glancing to John, "OUR Goddaughter?"

"GodSON", John corrected the detective with a huff.

Greg smiled cheekily into his glass. "Bailey."