Betty jumped in joy. "Its a boy, Simon!" She flashed the results into his face. His eyes lit up.
"Does this mean we get to use that name we picked?"
She nodded eagerly, and hugged him.
He smiled warmly at her chubby stomach. "In a few months, Gunther, I'll be your father!"
Gunther Petrikov. The unborn.
A week later
Simon cackled in insanity, screaming out angry things at Betty while she ran away, sobbing.
"I thought you cared! I'm glad Gunther won't have to grow up with you, you sick freak!"
Then he frowned, and removed his crown.