Sophia felt thoroughly out of her depth, like the smallest toy boat tossed out into a turbulent sea. There was no footing for her to find here, but she made sure to stand tall regardless. She's faced vampires for Merlin's sake-- she knew this man. Her hand pressed firmly on Ozy's chest to push him away.

Defiance was always on the tip of her tongue, and it lashed out now that his earnest tone turned to disdain. "I certainly can," she countered, voice remarkably even for the way her heart raced. In self-defense, she sank the proverbial knife into him. "I think it is a boy." It seemed an awful lot like how she felt with her boy, and that's what the tea leaves suggested, anyway. Among other things.

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