The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Vanessa

My question makes Dominic chuckle, leaving me to wonder what's funny about it.

"I was waiting for that question," he says. "No. That's not the reason I stayed. I just really wanted to be here. Had you not been pregnant, I would've still been here."

Maybe it's the tone of his voice, or the look in his eyes, but with everything he's just said, I believe him.

"Thank you." I give a half smile.

"For what?"

"For being here when I needed you."

"I'm glad I stayed. Now, how about you get out of bed, freshen up and come down for breakfast?"

"What time is it?" I tilt my head in curiosity.

"It's 10 minutes past 9."

"Did you already have your breakfast?"

"No. We were actually waiting for you to wake up so we could have it together."

I sigh, nodding in understanding. Though I want to smile, I just can't bring myself to do it.

Even with that, thinking about his comfort, which calmed me down until I fell asleep, makes me appreciate him even more.

I get out of bed and only get undressed in the bathroom, where I look at myself in the mirror before I begin to shower.

My puffy eyes are so obvious, yet Dominic didn't point them out. He must've decided not to do it because of the situation. Had it been anything else, he might've said something. I would have never thought he would be this considerate.

the shower and there's no sign of him, which makes me think he must've left a while ago to give

don't break down again as soon as I

way down the stairs, I get closer to the dining room and I hear my father's voice echo. It's filled with positivity as he talks to Dominic. Though it makes me smile, hearing him

about what they talked about, he's really trying to live the rest of his life the best way he

the dining room and at the sight of my father, my heart starts racing like I'm going to break down, but he gets up from his seat and smiles at me with his arms wide open. "Good morning,

even comes to me before I can get to the table and I can't help

"Good morning, dad."

been waiting for

his eyes, I realize this hurts him more than anyone but

down and

thing is I'm not really hungry," I

says, shaking

"What's wrong?" I ask.

forgetting something?" His tone almost sounds

still don't understand."

forget that part?" He comes to me, pulling me away

holds my hand and we sit down next to

"Let's eat," he says.

as he takes his seat and

shouldn't do this to yourself, not now,"

only because I'm still processing this news that I don't feel like having anything to eat, but after I glance at my stomach and

I have to

food,

I say to

there's anything else you

was looking at a beautiful island a

he wants to do before it's too late. It breaks my heart a little,

any specific date of when you want

leans back