Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

Dennis held my hand as the doctor spoke to us, enunciating every word.

"All of these are to ensure your recovery and so that when your baby finally gets discharged, you will be able to support his well-being.

"Once again, I advise you to rest as much as possible. Avoid heavy lifting or any strenuous activity until you are fully healed. An instruction will also be printed out pertaining how you are to use the prescribed medications and any signs to watch out for that might indicate complications. Such as fever, unusual pain, or swelling. You will get the leaflet at the hospital's pharmacy when you go to get your drugs.“

I nodded. "Okay."

"Your diet and hydration is also crucial. Eat a balanced diet and drink plenty of water to support your recovery and milk production. You should also stick to the follow-up visits for yourself and daily visits so you will always be up to date on your baby's progress in the NICU.“ He picked up a sheet of paper from his table. "We also understand that having a premature baby in the NICU can be emotionally challenging." He handed me the paper. "These are a list of resources for emotional support and counseling."

"Thank you so much," I said as my eyes skimmed the list before I stuffed it in my bag.

The doctor's gaze then fell on Dennis. "This one is also on you, Mr Dennis. You have to ensure that she takes all of these measures and does not stress."

Dennis nodded, his hands tightening around mine. "Of course." He lifted my hand and placed a kiss on it. "I'll make sure she's always at her best."

“Please, Mrs Dennis, take care of yourself. Remember that your health is essential for your ability to care for your baby, and that's why your recovery is prioritized. If you neglect your well-being, you're indirectly neglecting your child and putting him in harm's way." "Noted, doctor."

"After your child has gained the required weight and you have been given instructions on infant CPR and safety, you can finally go home with him.“

"Thank you, doctor.“

We signed the necessary documents and made our way outside the hospital.

"Careful, there," Dennis said softly as he helped me into the car.

"Thank you."

The drive home was quiet but Dennis held my hand all through and once in a while, he would look my way and flash me a smile.

At home, he helped me up the stairs. Then he gave me a warm bath that calmed all of my nerves.

as he

don't know. What would you

and pressed a kiss to my lips. "It's not about what I'd like to cook," he said when he pulled back. "What do you crave right now? Place your

potatoes," I

and grabbed his

as I watched his finger glide across his phone's screen. "Wait, I thought you were

looking up.

"Oh."

to make boulangère potatoes?"

as I watched him, brows furrowed as

the table, face down. "They will get here in

me into one of his shirts, then grabbed the

his brows furrowed. "Do you think it's safe

"Yes, why

shook his head. "I don't

just gave birth and

about

didn't mention anything about

I'll just

off as

call. When he walked back to the bed, he grinned at me. "It's

"I told you."

chuckled, "You didn't tell me

we heard a knock

"That's our ingredients delivery!"

me down the stairs and we went to get

told the delivery boy

mini-dance and

laughed as I followed him to the kitchen

Dennis, I want to help," I whined as I watched him wash the