Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 78 Boy Or Girl?

"Where are we going?”

“Just a little place downtown. There aren't a lot of places

on the island, but there are a few. I think you'll like this place. It's one of my favorites.”

I smiled at him. I liked to see him get excited, and he had that little twinkle

in his eye when he was talking. “Am! dressed appropriately?” I asked, worried more about my shoes “Are you kidding?” he asked, his eyes widening. “You'll be the most beautiful woman there.”

I felt my face turning the same shade as my dress. “You're so kind,” I told him. “Really, your mother n raised you so nicely.”

His eyes shifted, and a shadow passed

over his face. He cleared his throat and looked out the window, and I thought I must've said somethi Just as soon as the shadow was there, it was gone, and he was back to his amiable self, a wide smile restaurant. I think you'll really love it. Of course, you can order anything you like. Alfonso, the chef, is I wasn't sure what to say. I thought maybe I should apologize for upsetting him, but I also didn’t war "Did you really make this scarf in one day?” he asked, pulling part of it out of the bag that was sittinc us in the seat.

“I did,” I told him. “It wasn't that difficult since it was just a straight stitch in one color.”

“That's amazing,” he said, shaking his head. “I think if I tried to crochet something, I'd end up with m I'd be trapped for the rest of my life.”

I giggled. He could be so silly.

A few minutes later, the car pulled over to the curb, and the driver opened

the door. I got out first, and then Soren followed. He offered his arm, and we walked in together. Every head turned in our direction, and Soren waved and smiled. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn't “Mr. Soren!” a man in a tuxedo with a

fancy mustache said from behind the maitre D stand. “Welcome! Your table is ready, sir.”

“Thank you,” Soren said, and we followed him down the aisle. I

still felt like I was being stared at, but once we were seated, the table was so private, it was much bet We had excellent service, and almost immediately, I had sparkling cider and water in front of me. I de This was a fancy restaurant, and I couldn't help but look around in awe. It was like something out of “So.” he said, spreading his napkin in his lap, “how is the baby?"

I stared at him for a moment, not sure how to answer that question. “As far as I can tell, the baby is f "How's the kicking been today?" he asked me, taking a drink of his wine.

“Well, the baby is so small, when those tiny feet

kick me, it's like a butterfly wing tickling my internal organs.”

He laughed, like I was kidding, but it was pretty accurate, from what I could tell. “You should be able or a girl soon.”

I shook my head. “I think I've decided I don’t want to know.”

His eyes widened. “Really? Why is that?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I think I just want the surprise. Like back before they had this sort of tech my water.

"And which do you hope it is? A boy or a girl?”

“I don't know,” I said again. I used to think it must be a boy, and he would be a great Alpha just like I I did wonder, if I had a boy, would he grow up to be like his father? I wasn't

sure that I wanted that for my son. Ethan needed to work on his emotions—to put it lightly.

Soren’s expression didn’t change for a second, and he seemed to be studying my face.

“I think it would be incredible if you had a little girl who looked like you. But then, a little boy would I to play ball with or teach to surf.”

“Do you surf?” This was the first time I'd heard him mention it. “That's amazing!”

"Oh, yeah. Well... I mean... it's been a while. I've been so busy. But I do know how to surf.” He empha “Maybe when I'm done giving birth, you can teach me. I would love to learn.” I wanted to branch out have more life experiences.

“Definitely!” Soren said. “I would love that! I bet you'd get it right off the bat!”.

"Why do you say that?” I chuckled. I was glad I didn’t have any liquid in my mouth.

"Because

you're so graceful. And you try so hard at everything you do.”

I couldn't help but smile at him. He

was so kind. Why couldn’t more people in the world be like Soren?

The waitress brought out dishes, and they smelled delicious. I tasted the pasta, and Soren

was right. It was one of the best things I'd

ever put in my mouth. I couldn't help the sound that came out of my mouth—

it was a moan of pleasure that borderline made me embarrassed.

Soren laughed so hard, he almost fell out of his chair. “Well, I was going to ask if you liked it, but I gt “Sorry,” I said, covering my face with my hand.

“No, don't be sorry. No one else is paying attention to us. I just can't wait until you try the chocolate “If it's going to make that sound come out of my mouth, we may need to get it to go,” I reasoned. Again, he laughed and cut into his steak. He was quiet for

a moment, as if he was trying to figure out whether he should say it or not.

“You've changed, Ro,” he paused, looking at me. “I liked you when we met initially, but now I like you He put down his silverware, and said it sincerely. “I know you don't like to talk about your past, but I away from, I sure hope that person is miserable.”

I almost dropped my fork. I wasn't expecting him to say that. I looked up

at him through my eyelashes for a moment, trying to formulate a response.

Soren just kept talking. “They deserve it. To be sitting at home alone, drowning in their own tears, re He seemed to have made his point, so I cleared my throat. “Thanks,” I said because it was the polite I I knew why he

had said it. He was trying to pay me a compliment, trying to say that I was so great that anyone who didn’t have me in their life anymore would miss me.

But Soren was wrong. I was certain that Ethan was not drowning in his own tears. The newspaper I'd But not me.

I was certain he wasn't thinking about me.

“I propose a toast,” Soren said, getting me out of my head and back to the present.

“Oh?” I asked. “To what?"

"Why, to you, of course!” he replied. Lifting his glass, he said, “To a beautiful, intelligent, loving mothe to-be who has recreated herself and refuses to give

up, no matter what, so that her child will have the best life possible.”

“I'll drink to that,” I said. “But, I also

want to drink to you,” I added. “To a wonderful man who will do anything for his friends—

even when he’s just met them—

and helps them get on their feet. Who gives of himself and sprinkles kindness on everyone like confe “I can drink to that.” His voice was gentle.

We clinked glasses and drank, and I knew it was going to be a good night.

Because Soren was a good man.