Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 348

Chapter 348: Cookies

Eira’s POV

The next morning, when I woke up, I found myself looking forward to visiting the home where I had once lived. After getting ready, I stepped out of the room and saw Raven waiting for me.

My son was always an early bird, while his mother preferred to sleep late whenever she could. Once again, he wore one of the outfits I had bought for him.

I could not help but stare at him in quiet awe. My son looked like a little gentleman, handsome yet incredibly cute at the same time.

I knelt in front of him. "Good morning, my baby."

Alright, maybe I sounded like a cringe mom, but today I could not stop myself from calling him that.

He gave a small nod and picked up a card from the table, offering it to me. I took it gently and opened it.

It was a birthday card he had made himself.

He had drawn a picture of me on the front. It was not perfect, but to me it was the most beautiful thing in the world. He had drawn me the way he saw me.

A woman sitting by the window, a cat resting in her lap while a dog sat faithfully beside her.

On the other page, he had written a few words.

Happy Birthday, Mommy.

My eyes turned moist the moment I read it. He had called me mommy. Even though it was written instead of spoken, it meant everything.

I looked at him with teary eyes, though they were filled with happiness, and a soft smile curved my lips.

Unable to hold back any longer, I pulled him into a hug, feeling his small, warm body against mine. "Thank you so much, Raven. Mommy likes it the most." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

When I released him, he stared at my teary face and quietly handed me a tissue.

Such a little gentleman. I smiled again, my heart impossibly full.

He picked up a small, beautifully handmade bouquet from the table and held it out to me.

"You made this?" I asked softly, wiping my tears away.

He nodded.

"It’s so beautiful. These are my favorite flowers," I told him.

For a moment, I realized I had almost forgotten the little things I used to love, yet saying it felt natural.

Raven glanced toward Kael.

"Daddy told you?" I asked gently.

He nodded again.

How did Kael even know that? Well, he once said he had liked me long before everything changed, so perhaps he had noticed the little things about me back then.

Somehow, I felt certain that these five men knew more about me than I knew about myself. In the past, the thought of all of them wanting me would have terrified me, but now it felt like the most fortunate part of my life.

I looked at Kael. He offered me a soft smile. "I told him because he asked me. He woke up early and collected them himself from the garden behind the house. Then he made the bouquet for you."

Kael had once told me he built this house for me, planting my favorite flowers all around it.

I leaned down and pressed a kiss to Raven’s forehead. "Thank you for putting in so much effort. I’m going to preserve these for a long time so I can always look at them and remember they were the first gift from my son."

Raven seemed pleased with the idea, though his gaze lingered on the flowers thoughtfully. I did not know how, but I could almost hear the question forming in his mind. Maybe it was just a mother’s instinct.

"You are wondering how to preserve them?" I asked.

Memories rushed back all at once. Learning to bake them for the first time. My failures and small victories. Sharing them with Alice, who would sneak some to her brothers. And my first Moon Festival, when I had spent hours in the kitchen making a batch just for him.

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