The Billionaire's Baby

40| Delilah

Christmas lights, streetlights. Smiles on the faces of people and the laughter of children. Even with the frosty air, Switzerland feels so amazing.

I stare out the window with a wide eyed expression, admiring everything that passes by. Vante gently squeezes my hand and I turn my attention to him.

"Sofia booked a spa day for you two and afterwards you and I can either chill in the hotel or..." Vante trails off, earning a confused look from me.

"Or what?"

He leans in for a whisper, his lips grazing my ear when he speaks. "We can check out the hot tubs. Though we should have one on the balcony in our room,"

My eyes widen and a little gasp escapes my lips. Vante pulls back, grinning to the front and caressing my knuckles with his thumb.

"A hot tub on the balcony?! What kind of room did you book, exactly..?"

I mean, surely he didn't book like a VIP room or something.

"The Presidential Suite," Well, fuck. "But he didn't mind," Vante states, his tone nonchalant though with a hint of playfulness.

"Who didn't mind?"

"The president of Switzerland, amore,"

"You're joking," I deadpan as my jaw drops to the centre of the Earth's core.

"Of course not," The car comes to a stop and Vante undoes his seatbelt, preparing to leave the car. "Who else did you think would be greeting us in the lobby?"

My brows furrow and Peter opens the door on my side of the car. Vante meets me on the other side and takes my hand in his. Protectively, I set my hand over my belly, unaware of what could possibly happen.

We enter the lobby of the hotel and above the reception desk, in golden letters reads:

CARLTON

Probably the best possible hotel in Switzerland for going to the Alps.

The lobby is packed with staff members dressed in their uniform, all lined up with smiles on their faces creating a pathway for us to go straight to the reception desk where an old guy greets us. He holds his hand out to Vante who gives it a firm shake. He does the same to me and I greet with a smile.

"Welcome to Switzerland, Mr and Mrs Riccardo. It's a pleasure to have you here," the accent in his words is thick. He must be the owner of the hotel.

"It's a great pleasure to finally visit," I reply in as sweet a voice I can muster.

"Is everything ready for us?" Vante asks and the man nods.

"Of course, Mr Riccardo. One of these lovely staff members will guide you and your family to your rooms. But I must be off," he states regretfully.

Vante nods. "Thank you, President,"

I gasp, but cut myself off as I choke on the air. Vante gives my hand a squeeze and I look up to him in utter shock.

The president walks away and we begin following the Attendant towards the elevator. Sofia and Liam trail close behind us.

"T-the fucking president of Switzerland?!" I whisper sharply.

"Yes, amore, I did tell you,"

I roll my eyes at his cockiness. Sofia joins us in the elevator with a grin and dancing eyebrows.