The Billionaire's Baby

55| Delilah

The room is silent apart from the beeping of the machines.

It's only once every five minutes that I hear one of our babies yawning in Vante's arms. He's been out cold for about ten minutes.

I told him he should get rest in a real bed but he insisted on the chair next to my hospital bed. And he insisted on holding at least one of the children. He would probably have held them both if he wasn't so beaten up from that fight.

Our room is quiet thankfully and the only lighting comes from the one above my head. I wanted them to at least dim is for the babies' sake, but hospital rules still apply. Even to our adorable little twins.

I have been pondering about how exactly I managed to give birth to twins, given the fact that I've been an only child for all I can remember. But a lot of my childhood really blurred out from the trauma.

Though, my mother would always say something to me whenever she...well, yeah. 'Why couldn't you just die!' I remember she'd say all the time.

And those were the last words she ever spoke to me...

Could it mean something? There's a possibility that—

"Aaaa—ahhhh!" The baby in Vante's hand starts crying aloud and I flinch at the pitch. Vante jolts awake, but calmly enough for him to cradle our son in his arms.

"Shhh..." he tries to soothe our little boy as he stands up, rocking him slightly and patting his back.

It makes me smile to see that a baby is enough to wake him up regardless of how tired Vante actually is.

"Hey, hey..." Vante whispers, keeping his gaze locked on our son. "Don't make noise, your sister's sleeping—" he cuts himself off to let out a big yawn, sighing when he continues. "—and I was too..."

"Vante," I call him, adjusting my position to sit a slight bit more. "How about I feed him for a bit. She can sleep in the cot here..."

He seems hesitant about my offer. It's more that he wants to be helpful, but I can't let him do that when he's over exhausted.

I urge him over to me and he follows silently with a look of guilt in his eyes. His bloodshot red eyes.

Damn, not even I got this tired when I worked full shifts...

Our son continues his screaming, though it's a lot calmer than before.

Vante leans down to take our sleeping daughter from my arms and switches her out for our son. I prepare to breastfeed him and Vante's eyes widen in surprise.

I give him a blank stare with a small smile. "It's nothing you haven't seen before,"

He parts his lips to speak, though the words don't seem to form coherently as he rocks our daughter. He gulps before turning around to bring the wheeled cot closer to the bed.

Being careful not to wake her, but I think she could sleep through literally anything, Vante tucks her into the little cot. The blankets are light pink with little sheep patterns on them for decoration.

The hospital really went all out in decorations for the VIP wards.

Vante uses his pinky finger to caress our daughter's cheek before turning to me. He leans on the bed, placing a kiss on my forehead and giving our son's head a little caress before taking his leave.

"I'll be back as soon as I've..." the words trail off and Vante takes a moment to pause and glance over the room.

"Slept?" I finish for him with a smile on my face and a slight giggle in my voice. "You definitely need it, Vante."