Kirsty and Dylan have been arguing for thirty minutes now. What are they fighting about? Their baby's gender. Because Dylan is insisting that their child be a girl, and she is insisting that their child will be a boy.
"No. It's a girl." Dylan was really fighting for the contents of her stomach.
"No. It's a boy!"
"Girl!"
"Boy!"
"I don't know about you." Dylan folded his arms. "It's a girl, huuhhh. I want a girl. I want a girl look like you."
Suddenly, she lost her desire for her child to be a boy. So that's his reason? "Yes. It's a girl."
Dylan rewarded her with a sweet smile. "Yes!" He hugged her as she leaned against the railing of the terrace of her room. "I really want a girl. I want her to have your tantalizing eyes, your cute nose, your kissable lips and your personality. I want her to inherit everything from you. I want to see a small replica of you and she will call me daddy."