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They stood there like that, siblings of the heart, watching siblings of the blood be reunited after twenty years.
"I hope it's a girl." Zephyr tilted her head at his words, her brows furrowing. "Why?" Xander finished his juice and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand in a move that belied his age. "Aunt Amara has a tree for one of her babies that died," he told her, tapping his finger on the counter. Zephyr already knew about the tree. In fact, she'd been the one to send Amara a list of ideas when she'd talked about it. "I know," Zephyr told him. "Why does that make you wish it's a girl?" "So Tempest can have her sister, even if it's a cousin."
He was now a devotee and she his religion.
Darkness was a house he lived in, but she was home. He was home.
That was one of her favorite parts about bonding with her brother and son, both men loving being in the kitchen as much as he did, cooking the best meals for them all. That was her moment with Tristan and Xander and she wouldn't change it for the world.
