The Billionaire's Baby

37| Vante

28-weeks into pregnancy...

"I think it looks fine, though," I complain, frowning to myself in the mirror as Delilah walks around me, scanning my outfit.

I'm dressed in a dark red suit with a black dress shirt and a tie to match the maroon. It all fits me well and I think it goes without saying that I look good in it, seeing how Delilah insists on 'adjusting the smaller details' when in truth she'd been feeling up my muscles for 5 minutes.

I let out a sigh when Delilah stops next to the mirror and finally gives a nod of approval. With a grin I stride towards her and pull her into an embrace which turns into the two of us waltzing slowly to the music Delilah chose to play in the background.

"Amore," I begin and she hums in approval. "It's your turn to get dressed,"

She gives me a look of confusion and then giggles. "Very funny, Vante. I can't go with you to a meeting, I wouldn't want to distract you,"

I originally told Delilah that I was heading out for an important business meeting tonight and that's why she 'helped' me get dressed up. But little did she know that this was going to be a party for her.

It's the gender reveal party, but I really want it to be a surprise for her.

"Yes, you're going with me," I state while nodding before I pull away and call for a maid. "I even had Sofia pick out a dress for you, amore,"

Her face is laced with utter confusion. "A dress? But I don't need a dress, I have plenty that you bought for me throughout the months and—"

"I'm also buying you clothes for Switzerland," I add before she can finish her debate and she sits down on the side of the bed, shaking her head.

"You're not buying me new clothes," she points a scolding finger toward me.

I pout and tilt my head but she won't even have it for a second.

"Vante, I said no," Delilah warns, but I reply with a grin on my lips.

"You'll need new clothes either way,"

"I have clothes," she protests.

"And you have a baby in you. You'll need maternal clothing, my love," I finish and she stays silent in defeat.

The maid knocks on the door before opening it slightly to peer her head in. "I have the dress, Mr Riccardo. Would you like me to bring it in?"

"Yes, thank you. And help Delilah get dressed as well, she must feel beautiful as ever when your done," I instruct and the maid responds with a nod.

I give Delilah a final kiss on the cheek before taking my leave and I can hear her protesting to the other two maids that enter the room. The thought makes me laugh to myself as I make my way to the kitchen.

I pull out my phone to speed dial Peter and hold it to my ear while I wait for him to answer.

"Mr Riccardo," he answers.

"Have you gotten any news from him?" I ask, referring to my father who's decided to invite himself to the party. I won't be able to stand seeing him there, and I don't want to see him anywhere near Delilah.

"No, sir. He's been silent ever since but it seems he's set on coming to the party. And the doctor wants to talk to you regarding the baby's gender," Peter states and it sounds like he's in the car. He must be on his way.

I shake my head. "What do you mean the baby's gender? I got the letter from him myself and he showed no sign of hesitation,"

"He didn't share any details with me, sir. He said he'd like to talk with you privately. Should I schedule a meeting for tomorrow?"