The Billionaire's Bundle of Joy

Chapter 23

RIZ

Crush on Club Pyre? I can hardly remember anything from that night. How am I supposed to answer who that Hottie CEO is? I’ll find out tomorrow when my friends arrive. Maybe if they refresh my memory, I can help Justin remember why we ended up in the same bed.

“Don’t believe Matet. They might be the ones who have a crush on that Hottie CEO, not me,” I replied to him. Those two are naturally chatty, and among the three of us, I’m the quiet one. Quiet enough to get pregnant right away. Unbelievable.

“They said it’s you. Why would they lie?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Let’s not talk about it. We’re too old for crushes, don’t you think?”

“Hmm.”

I’m starting to hate that “hmm.” Whenever he doesn’t want to comment, that’s what he says.

As we walked, I spotted a beautiful dress. It’s made of linen and is white in color. The straps are an inch wide and ribboned, simple in cut, and it has a cut below the bust.

“Do you like that dress?” Justin asked.

“It’s cute, but I don’t need it.” I’ll just come back for it when my belly is bigger.

“Come.” He took my hand and led me over there.

The saleslady greeted us and assisted us. Justin pointed to the dress on the mannequin and told her my size. He ordered a size four and a size six.

“I’ll take both of them,” he told the staff.

“Noted, sir.”

Once we were left alone, I caught his attention. “Why did you get two? It’ll be a waste if I don’t wear one.”

“It’s just a dress. Besides, your tummy will be bigger soon. It’s better to have the next size up.”

“It’s still a waste of money and—”

“Leave the money problem to me. That’s the least of your worries.”

I didn’t argue further. I wouldn’t win against him anyway. It’s not like he’s ever been stingy with money, so he throws it around like it’s nothing.

In the household where I grew up, Dad had money, but we weren’t exactly rich. I don’t know what the standard is, but if you consider the house, car, clothing, and money in the bank, I’d say we were doing okay. I don’t think we were at the level of the Calderons or any billionaire in high society. At least, that’s what I know.

After he paid for my dress, he carried it and led me outside. I looked around and saw people with their family members. Some were having snacks while others were carrying groceries. That’s where we headed next. I bought shampoo, soap, and other feminine products. Wherever I went, he was there.

I bought only a few things so we wouldn’t have too much to carry. I could always come back tomorrow or another day. Reysa has a car too, and tomorrow I could ask to go with her and Matet.

“Do you want to look at baby things?”

From his voice, I could tell he was excited to shop. But it’s too early for that. We don’t even know if our baby is a boy or a girl.

“Don’t you think it’s too early?”

“It’s never too early to shop for the baby. We can buy neutral colors for now.” He cleared his throat. “Besides, we can always buy everything in white. They say colored clothes are not good for the first year. It makes them sickly.”

“Ha?” What does color have to do with sickness? If that’s the case, there are a lot of sickly babies out there. These days, people love colorful things. Often, parents even match their outfits with their kids.

Justin shrugged. “That’s what they say. I don’t know if it’s true. What about you? What did you wear as a child?”

“Mostly white.” Oh right, why didn’t I remember that sooner? But then, Mom didn’t have much money back then, so I didn’t have many clothes, and there are only a few photos of me. “What about you?”

“Same. That was probably the only available clothing back then. It was like a ninja outfit? It had ties inside and at the waist.”

He sounded serious, so I couldn’t help but laugh, but his description was accurate.

“Okay, let’s just look. Don’t buy anything yet.”

I didn’t hear a response from him, but we started walking. When we reached the baby section, there were so many items. Do we really need all of this? Back in the day, they used to have simple cloths tied with ropes for cribs, and very few had actual cribs. Now, they have jumperoos, bouncers, and all sorts of things. Everything the mother used to do manually has been reinvented. But even if we bought all of this, it could never replace the warmth of a mother. There’s something about skin-to-skin contact between a baby and mother that strengthens their bond.

Thinking about that made me feel sad. Why was my mother like that with me? Did we ever bond like that?

Justin was asking me about the things he saw, whether they were nice or not. We agreed to stick to all-white clothes for now, and once we know the gender, we would buy colored ones. He looked at baby furniture while I checked out baby bottles. I overheard that he was having something delivered that wouldn’t fit in the car. When the saleslady left, she handed Justin the receipt for our purchases while he carried the receipt he had signed earlier.

“Thirty thousand?” I caught a glimpse of the receipt. “What did you get?”

“Everything you said was nice.”

I was taken aback. Everything I said was nice? That’s a lot!

“What? The baby’s going to need it. It’s not a waste of money. Besides, it can still be used by its sibling next year.”

Sibling? What is going on? Does he plan to get me pregnant again? I thought we were only seven months into our marriage!

“Come again?” I was dizzy from him and the speed of everything happening. If I think back to our first meeting in the penthouse, I never would have imagined he wanted to have more children.

“You heard me. Come on, let’s get something to eat. I’m starving.”