"A girl," James repeats with faint disbelief. It's hard enough to continously tell himself he's going to be a father, but to know something so epcific like this, to know he's going to have a daughter, it's hard to say what's even going through his head. But when he looks at Moira, he smiles at her faintly, thinking they should be happier about this. Happy together. He reaches out for her hand, squeezing it in his. "We're having a girl," he says, no matter what happens with them, he will be there for her.