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Sophia's POV

Omegas brought food to the large dining table and I helped bring alcohol around. I drank water because I don't like alcohol and I didn't want to affect the baby. Titus and I sat at the end of the table and everyone sat at the other sides.

My family sat next to me and I noticed something. I looked nothing like them. I tried to put it off till later but I knew it would bother me the whole dinner.

"Here you go," Titus said putting spaghetti on my plate. He took the bowl of mashed potatoes and put that on my plate to. He took a fork and scooped up some mashed potatoes and held it to my mouth.

"How many times have I told you I can eat by myself," I said looking at him. He smiles and keeps his hand there. I groan and eat the bite of mashed potatoes.

"Fine if you're going to feed me, every bite you feed me you eat two bites of your food," I said. He gasped and shook his head.

"That's unfair then I'll finish faster than you," he says. I shrug and he gives me a playful glare. He q