Alvara

Kai stopped chewing. For a few seconds, he didn't react at all.

Slowly, his head turned. “Why would you ask that?”

His tone was strong. I could tell he was angry but was trying to hold it in.

I tried to shrug it off casually. “I was just thinking. That's all.”

“You've never mentioned a surrogate before.”

“I know.”

“So why now?”

Forcing a small smile, I revealed, “Because I just thought maybe someday you'd want a child that looks like you.”

He scoffed, “Really? How thoughtful.”

He was angry. I could tell.

“Kai...”

“Talk to me, Alvara, rather than making assumptions in your head—talk to me,” he says....