Date = 28 April
Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical Center)
POV - Enrique
Deimos saunters to the basket, squinting at the cakes like they’re the answers to the universe. “Must we pick what we WANT it to be or what we THINK it is?”
“What you think it is,” Mel says, her voice perfectly calm, perfectly judgmental.
Deimos settles on a pink one, mumbling something about statistics, “Previous generation was more boys, so the next must be more girls, right?”
Uncle John goes next. “I agree with him,” he says, waving a pink cake through the air.
Haley, radiant as ever, glides to the board. “I don’t mind what’s between its legs … but a little girl would be nice.” She lets out a small squeal as she picks up the pink cake, eyes twinkling.
Uncle Ash picks pink with an authoritative nod. Ilkay s
