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.

a robe, I come out of the shower and there's no sign of him, which makes me think

dress up quickly, hoping that I don't break

Though it makes me

Dominic told me earlier about what they talked about, he's really trying to live

my head high, I approach 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

me before I can get

"Good morning, dad."

waiting for

eyes, I realize this hurts him

sit down and let's eat," he

I'm not really

shaking his head

"What's wrong?" I ask.

His tone

don't understand." I

that part?" He comes to me, pulling me away from my father. "Sit down

he holds my hand and we

"Let's eat," he says.

at my father as he takes his seat and

to yourself,

still processing this news that I don't feel like having anything to eat, but after I glance at my stomach and the life growing inside of me, I

that I

begins to serve my food, making my heart flutter even with everything that's

you," I say to

anything else you need." He finally

begin to eat, my father says, "I was looking at

it's too late. It breaks my heart a

specific date of when you want to

leans back in his seat and raises his