The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 303

He snapped back to reality.

Why was he thinking about a daughter again?

The pregnancy wasn't even confirmed!

And what if it was a boy?

Sebastian's frown returned.

A son would be fine, he supposed. He could inherit the empire, help him manage the business. He'd teach him how to play golf, how to be a man, and mold him into a brilliant heir.

But a son wasn't nearly as cute as a daughter.

Would a son call him 'Daddy' in that soft, sweet voice? Would a son snuggle against his shoulder and pout? Would a son twirl around in a little dress?

No.

A son would just be a terror and piss him off.

Sebastian felt deeply conflicted.

He grabbed his phone again and searched: 'Difference between carrying a boy and a girl.'

Some said a pointed belly meant a boy, round meant a girl. Some said radiant skin meant a girl, breakouts meant a boy. Some said craving sour meant a boy, craving spicy meant a girl.

But Evelyn was craving sour food.

Sebastian stared at the search results, falling silent.

A son?

He guessed that was fine...

But a daughter would really be amazing...

He was too conflicted to sleep.

He sat back up and went back to scrolling.

This time he searched: 'Precautions during pregnancy.'

The list was endless:

'Avoid sushi and deli meats; high risk for complications.'

'No coffee; bad for the baby's development.'

'No staying up late; must ensure adequate sleep.'

'No heavy lifting or vigorous exercise.'

'No...'

Sebastian read through the list, his heart pounding faster with every line.

This many rules?

What had she been eating lately? What had she been drinking? Had she overexerted herself? Had she lifted anything heavy?

She dragged her own suitcase today!

Sebastian's chest tightened.

He scrolled down and found a forum thread titled: 'Since I got pregnant, I worry about these things every day.'

The original poster had a massive list:

'Worried the baby isn't developing right.'

'Worried about ultrasound results.'

'Worried about complications during delivery.'

'Worried the baby will get sick after birth.'

'Worried about hiring a bad nanny who abuses the kid.'

'Worried about a bad school with terrible teachers.'

'Worried the kid will fall in with a bad crowd.'

'Worried...'

The comments were full of desperate agreements:

'So true! I haven't had a full night's sleep since the stick turned positive!'

'You don't know real anxiety until you become a mom!'

'I'm already stressing about who my kid is going to marry...'

Sebastian read the posts, his palms sweating.

Nannies?

Bad teachers?

A bad crowd?

'Must supplement: Folic acid, calcium, iron, DHA...'

He listed them out one by one, taking notes more meticulously than he ever had in college.

As he typed, his thoughts wandered again.

Had she eaten any raw fish recently?

He didn't think so.

Had she drank any coffee?

She rarely drank coffee anyway.

Had she lifted anything heavy?

She dragged her own suitcase today!

Sebastian's heart seized up again.

He checked the time. 3:30 AM.

She had to be asleep by now, right?

He hesitated for a moment, then opened his messages and texted Evelyn:

[Are you asleep?]

Send.

He waited a few seconds. No reply.

He sent another:

[What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?]

Still no reply.

He stared at the screen for a long time before setting the phone down.

She must be asleep.

Good.

He leaned back against the headboard, continuing his research on pregnancy rules.

As he read, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curve up again.