"A girl?" The tears came at last as Debi watched the Healer check and weigh and clean her daughter with a few flicks of his wand. "Oh God - let me have her, please, I want to hold her - "
Healer Abramowitz smiled and placed the tiny, squalling bundle in her arms. "There you go, Debi. Happy, healthy, and absolutely beautiful. You did a wonderful job."
"Thank you," Debi whispered. She stared down at her daughter, marking what was Zach and what was her and what was some ancestor. "Sh, it's all right, Mommy and Daddy are here, don't cry - "
Junior stopped bawling and clenched her fists, then yawned and settled down. Debi stroked her wispy hair with one fingertip.