Page 135 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“I’m having a little girl too,” Laurent said, stepping closer as if to kiss his cheek—but Garrett stumbled back, horrified.
Laurent chuckled and climbed into the car. I side-eyed him as he settled into his seat, his eyes bright with excitement.
He’d handed me tissues to wipe my tears, then taken advantage of the sonographer’s presence to pull me into an embrace.
But he was happy—genuinely happy.
I’d thought he’d want a son, an heir to his empire.
I glanced out the window as the car began to move.
A daughter.
I’d raise her to be a strong young woman.
My thoughts drifted to Sana, and I fired her a quick text before leaning back. Then Evelyn and Allison came to mind. I’d have to make amends with them at some point—probably best to do it while I was still pregnant, in case one or both of them got volatile.
“Do you feel up to celebrating?” he asked, tapping the armrest between us.
“Celebrate?”
“Go out for lunch. A walk in the park.”
It was a nice day for it, but it felt too normal for us—not after everything he’d done.
I shook my head.
“Why don’t you donate that expensive meal cost to a women’s refuge centre instead?”
Garrett choked and started coughing.
Laurent’s face fell.
I turned back to the window.
Chapter 27
Laurent
Dear God. The woman was lethal. It had taken time, but the admiration came—slowly, stubbornly. Admiration for her resilience. For how she’d survived. The misdirection to Spain. All of it.
I watched her rigid posture, arms folded across her chest, yet resting protectively over our daughter.
A baby girl.
I frowned.
A daughter.
I glanced at Garrett.
I’d need to hire more bodyguards.
There was no way a dickhead like me was getting anywhere near my daughter. The thought made my blood simmer.
Did Lucia know?
My head snapped toward her, but she sat there—stoic, calm, untouchable.
