The Billionaire's Secret Child.

Chapter 21

GRACE'S POV

I'm tucking the blankets around Arloe when Jackson run through the halls, pokes his head in the room and says...

'Grace, I'm sorry but I don't have much time but I thought you should know...'

I head over to him so he can whisper the final words the urgency and look in his eyes shows he doesn't want Arloe to hear this...

Matteo's POV

I am not a twin so I will never understand the connection between twin siblings, in fact, I don't know what it is like to have a sibling. Anyway, I think that Weaver visiting Arloe would be a good thing for him as well as Grace. When we both stay on a night by Arloe's hospital bed I hear quiet whimpers escape her mouth, usually followed by a broken-hearted sounding murmur 'Weaver'...

It breaks my heart to hear Grace so distraught even in her sleep. So i took it upon myself to organise with Grace's mother to pick Weaver up from pre-school to take her to the hospital.

I am sat in my flashy grey Lamborghini (limited edition) in front of the school waiting for 3;20pm to roll around. It is a cute little pre-school group, in a quieter section of the city. From the sign outside reception I guess it is a bilingual/international pre-school. For kids that grow up in a different country to the one they are natively from. Like my kids.

I look at the dashboard clock it reads 3:13pm. I get out of the car, lock up and head around the back of the school to the 'collection point'. I mean, come on, who the fuck called it the 'collection point' I'm not picking up a fucking parcel!! I'm picking up my child that I haven't seen in a long time! They should call it the 'REUNION point'.

It is pretty was stood out under the hot sun. Spain is slightly warmer than New York. I prefer Barcelona over New York. The air is cleaner, people are friendlier, and the weather is warmer. I wait for the few minutes before my little princess emerges first at the doors of the collection point. Her face is so filled with hope and joy and my world is thisclosetoshattering. (Very close to shattering) when she loses that hope and joy, instead sadness and tears replace them.

I walk over to her and shake hands with her teacher. He is a kind looking man with ginger red hair, glasses and green eyes. He says 'Hello Sir, the reception informed me that there has been a slight change in the terms of the person collecting Weaver today. You must be Matteo DeLuca. Before I allow Weaver to leave I need to see ID. It is nothing personal. We are merely protecting our students.'

I nod and hand him my license. Her inspects it, when he is happy that I am THE Matteo DeLuca he hands mew back my driving License and simply says 'Very Well, I'll see you on Monday, little Miss Weaver!'

'Hey Little one, I am picking you up today and taking you to see your mommy and Arloe...' I bend down to her level, she still won't look at me so i tuck a finger under her chin and lift her face tile she looks at me.

I notice some of the other mothers and parents pointing, staring, talking, but I dont care about anything except the happiness of the little girl in front of me right now. 'I helped you're mama when she fainted in the elevator at the hotel, do you remember?'

'Yeah, and Mac took us to get sweets and a movie' I smile at the memory. I was shocked when I saw Grace in the hotel, let alone when I saw her and Mac with 2 kids?! I was livid to say the least. Why? I couldn't tell you but that is how I felt.

'Your Grandma gave me your Car seat and I installed it in the front so that we can sit together on the way to the hospital. Is that ok?'

' yeah!!!!!! Let's go!!' With that she took my hand in her tiny one and dragged me all the way to the parking lot, I helped her into my Lamborghini and fastened her seatbelt before doing the same to myself and driving towards the hospital.

Keeping my focus on the road, I glanced at my perfect little girl sitting next to me. She wore a pretty blue floral pattern dress with a matching hair bow and tan sandals. Her legs were beautifully tanned and dangled above the floor. She is so small and cute! She seems deep in thought though, her eyebrows are drawn together and her forehead creased. It pains me to think that she has no idea who I am, or at least no idea who I am in terms of relation to her.

'Hey Princess, what's wrong?'

'Are you my p...p-papa?' She says.

Well Shit Balls. That is not what I expected but i go with it anyway. 'Yeah sweetie I am, I'm really sorry that it took so long for me to tell you but I love you very much!' Her eyes light up and her reply almost brings me to tears.

'It ok papa, Arloe is sick and he needs you and mama more than I do at the moment but when he is better we can all play soccer and have picnics! Ooooh we could even get a dog!!' I smile and realise how truly amazing of a job Frace has done. She has raised a brave, independent, selfless daughter who loves her kind, strong and inspirational brother. Both of whom will be perfect human beings when they grow older! Heck! They already are!

I refocus on the road whilst Weaver talks about her plans for when Arloe gets better and is old enough to leave hospital. I am only a couple blocks from the hospital when I drive over a crossroads and a car runs their red-light and careers into my drivers side.

The pain is almost instantaneous following the smell of hot metal and sound of collision but before I pass out I hear the voice of an angel.

"Hewo? I need an ambuwance.... my papa is hurting and another car just hit us...." I dont hear anymore but I pass out knowing that Weaver is safe and emergency services are on their way....

GRACES POV

I realise that what Jackson tells me is going to trigger the start of my entire world is truly falling apart.

'Matteo was in a car accident.... and Weaver was injured too'