My own baby. Debi couldn't help pressing her hand to her stomach. Her baby was growing right there, and she suddenly wished it was August.
"I can't wait to meet him or her," she said. "And even though Cymbeline won't like it, I'm sort of hoping for a girl. Without my great-aunt, I never would have come here and I never would have met Zach, and I'd like to have a daughter for her, if that makes any sense."
For an instant something flickered outside, and Debi thought she could see a white-haired woman in a flapper dress. The vision waved to her, then disappeared, but she suddenly felt much more like herself.
"Thanks, Remus. I really needed the pep talk." Debi gave him a long, hard hug. "You know, I really did bring some work over - "