The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

Not even when I was with Carmella did I ever have to deal with someone telling me how to organize stuff in my own bedroom. That was because I felt no one had the right to tell me what to do, until now. The last thing I want is for Vanessa to be uncomfortable in my bedroom and if it means having to make adjustments for her, I'm willing to give it a try just so I can have her close to me.

This new experience, along with all the advice from my father-in-law is something I won't take lightly.

Just as I get ready to leave, Vanessa grunts and touches the side of her stomach and it sends me in a state of panic as I rush to her.

"What's wrong?" I ask, looking at her hunched over.

She straightens up with a sigh of relief and says, "I'm fine."

"That didn't look like it was the case."

"It was nothing. It's gone now," she assures me.

"Is everything okay with the baby?"

"Everything's fine."

Despite her reassurance, I shake my head and say, "Maybe I shouldn't go to work."

"Hey, I'll be fine."

"No. I don't think so."

"Hey," she chuckles. "I'm fine. Don't worry. I'll always tell you if something is really wrong."

I sigh with relief. "Promise me."

"I promise."

"Good. In case of anything, call me as soon as possible."

"Of course."

smiles and this is the most I've seen her smile ever since the news

that once belonged to Carmella. I've already taken it away from her, just as I said I would and it's been two days since I did it. I still don't know what to do with

meeting together which has to do with one of our personal joint projects and as

me. I try to ignore it at first but it's more than I can take, so I raise my eyebrows at him. "What's

you were glancing at your phone under the table so much that I thought you weren't interested in the

"Was that obvious?"

"Yup!"

just been checking

that, but today seems

little scare. I was just making sure she's

really don't want anything getting

"No. I don't."

That way, I can still be an uncle when I expect

"Piss off."

many hours Frank and I spend together at work, we always still have something to talk

is as Vanessa's clothes aren't there anymore. Even the dressing mirror is filled with her cosmetics and fragrances,

seems to be in its place, except I can't see her

bad!" Frank says from the

"What happened?"

her wet hair clinging to her skin. The sight of her like this

"I'll call you back."

"Wait-"

I want than to watch her for as long as

for that. It's not like we've never seen

casually that it makes me

I nod,

jet

my phone, yet she's my only focus as she moves around. She heads to the dressing mirror, gets her moisturizer and drops the towel without a second thought.