"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."
