" Was everything all right with the ultrasound?” he asked warily. “Fine,” Cameron said, sipping. “Babies look great.” “And at least one’s a boy,” Paul said, picking up his drink. After a swallow he found Cameron glaring at him again. “What? I wasn’t told not to tell that.” “You are a dimwit,” Cameron patiently pointed out. “Yeah? Well, I’m a dimwit who was going to get lucky once the baby was tucked in, until you got Abby all upset and crying and—” He stopped suddenly. He shook his head dismally. “Gentlemen, "

― Robyn Carr , Paradise Valley (Virgin River, #7)