Chapter 87

Meadow’s POV

“Excuse me?” I nearly sputtered out my coffee.

Ingrid and I were only separated by the counter, and now she tapped her manicured burgundy nails against the countertop, the sneer on her face permanent.

My gaze narrowed as I tried to wrap my head around the fact that she just asked if Alaric and I were trying for a child.

“You heard me,” she said coldly. “I had hoped that would be the next step after your… sudden marriage. And considering what I walked in on earlier, I suppose I’m not in the wrong for asking, am I?”

‘Yes,’ I wanted to say. ‘Yes, you are so wrong for asking. And also, you’re such a fucking bitch.’

But I didn’t say that.

“Speaking of…” I trailed off, looking away from her as I felt heat creep up my neck. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

Whether I hated Alaric’s mother or not, she did walk in on us fucking. And I knew that must not have been pleasant to see. However, the smirk on Ingrid’s face