Independence

Damon POV

"Do you think it's a boy or girl?"

Looking up from my phone, I see Amaya sitting cross-legged on her hospital bed with her hands on her stomach. A recent memory flashes to the front of my mind. The day I found out she was pregnant. I had no clue, absolutely none. But when I placed my hands on her aching stomach and felt that tiny pulse of a heartbeat . . my mind just went blank. We wolves can't hear any fetus heartbeat until around the third trimester but we can feel it from as early as a few weeks.

"I don't know. You're the magic one here, take a guess," I say, smiling at her. As I say it, it reminds me of what Maxwell said, about her being able to choose the gender. I didn't think that type of power was possible, to intervene with nature like that.

"Aya?" She looks up at me, fingers splayed against her clothes stomach.