With the news finally settling and the shock subsiding, Davis pulled Jessica into a deep embrace, pressing a kiss to her lips—a silent declaration of appreciation and acceptance.
Settling beside her, he picked up his phone and ordered room service. Within monts, the als arrived. They shared a hearty al which could be regarded as a celebration of the good news.
With careful selection, Jessica avoided a few dishes that had the tendency to make her nauseous.
With her emotions totally rattled today, she felt tired and worn out, barely keeping her eyes open till the end of the al.
After the al, Davis summoned Ethan to issue a few quick, urgent instructions regarding matters to be taken care of. "No matter what the cost might be, secure a comfortable apartnt for us tonight," he said.
During the course of the al, his eyes had scanned the hotel suite, and he made a ntal note: they needed to relocate to a private residence as soon as possible.
Living in a hotel no longer seed practical—not for the long haul, not with everything unfolding. The hotel had its own limitations and discomfort. He preferred his wife to settle down in a more comfortable environnt.
Ethan stared at him in shock at the instructions. They had returned together in the afternoon after a series of etings, and he had never ntioned moving out of the hotel.
Besides, they had only used the hotel as a temporary location to crash until the end of the business trip, but seeing him now demanding an apartnt—"isn’t that too rash or had sothing happened?"—he mulled over it while suppressing the urge to question him.
"Sir, the price of securing an urgent apartnt at this ti might be exorbitant and beyond our budget," he said.
Davis glanced at him lightly. "Exorbitant? I don’t care. Beyond budget? It shouldn’t be a problem to increase the budget, right?" he smirked.
Ethan sighed. He felt he couldn’t keep up with his boss’s thinking pattern today. He made a decision to carry out the instruction to the last letter.
As he left Davis’s hotel room, he quickly used every one of the contacts available to him to search for the apartnt, and in the space of four hours, a new apartnt was made available.
Davis instructed him to facilitate their relocation to the new apartnt that night. Ethan was surprised at his urgent decision yet was not going to ask, because for every bit of decision taken, he was sure it was as important as it seed.
~The next day~
The first light of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Birds chirped faintly in the distance, but inside the suite, everything was still—peaceful.
Jessica stirred slowly, her lashes fluttering as her eyes adjusted to the light. For a mont, she lay there, her hand instinctively brushing over her abdon. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
"Was this real?"She mused.
Before she could answer her own thoughts, a warm voice broke the silence.
"You’re awake."
She turned to find Davis already sitting up beside her, his back resting against the headboard, a tablet in one hand as he went through the morning news and a tray of breakfast and a bowl of freshly cut fruits on the bedside table.
Jessica blinked. "You’re up early?"
Davis looked at her, his gaze softer than she’d ever seen. "Yeah. Had a couple of things to attend to," he replied.
She sat up slowly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Is everything okay?" she asked with seriousness.
His lips curved into a half-smile. "Everything’s perfect. I just... couldn’t suppress the excitent," he confessed.
Davis had always thought that the path of rebuilding his company had been exciting, but never did he expect the news of conception to keep him awake.
She tilted her head. "About what?" She asked in confusion.
"Of this," he said, reaching to touch her stomach lightly. "About knowing that there’s life in there and I am the father."
Jessica’s heart did a flip. She stared at him. "You’re really taking this seriously, huh?" she whispered, half-teasing.
He gave her a look. "I’m going to be a father. I don’t think anything’s more serious than that."
Jessica sighed lightly, "I forgot to ask you, how was the eting yesterday?" she asked.
Yesterday’s situation had gotten so out of hand that she was unable to ask the details properly.
"I hope I am not asking late?" she asked in a quiet voice that seed to carry guilt for not caring, but for Davis, it didn’t matter.
Instead of answering her question, he lifted the tray toward her. "You must be famished, maybe you can have breakfast first," he said.
"Breakfast?" She asked.
Davis nodded in affirmation "Monitored the preparation. No caffeine," he said with a boyish smile.
Jessica stared at him for a while and shook her head as she made to leave the bed. "Will eat after a bath," she replied, settling the tray down on the bed.
She stepped into the bathroom and had a quick bath before changing into comfy wears and settled back into the bed.
"Isn’t it said that pregnant won get hungry easily, especially in the morning?" Davis asked with surprise as she had went about her morning routine a though nothing had happened.
"Where did you learn that?" Jessica asked. She hadn’t known him to be previously married or to have taken care of a pregnant woman.
"I read a lot of articles about pregnant won at night, and I’ve already asked Ethan to get so good books about pregnancy. I believe I can take care of you through this period."
She stared at him for a while and couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. "You’ve read articles already?"
"Yes, I have. And have also taken notes of certain things to avoid—no junk food, no skipped als—and booked an appointnt with an OB-GYN for Friday. The best in the city."
Davis launched into a detailed list of do’s and don’ts—rules he insisted would guide her daily routine from now on.
Jessica watched him in disbelief as he rattled off instructions with the precision of soone who had been specially trained to care for pregnant won.
Her worldview shifted slightly. She had always known Davis as a caring man—but this nagging, anxious version of her husband? That was new.
After a mont’s pause, Davis looked thoughtful. "I think we should have the doctor co over to check on you before Friday—just to be sure everything’s okay," he said with a smirk.
He wasn’t willing to take any chances. Not now. Not ever. Whatever the cost, he was ready to pay it to keep her safe until their child was born.
Davis pulled back slightly, his fingers brushing her cheek. "There’s one more thing," he added.
"What?" Jessica asked the warning bells rang insistently in her head.
"You’re not going to that interview today."
She opened her mouth to protest, but he gently placed a finger on her lips.
"No arguing. You’re staying ho to rest. At least, for now. Hand over the work in your hand to Ethan."
"I’m healthy and hearty. What could possibly be wrong with ? I will do the interview. I’m not so fragile egg that can break at an instant," Jessica replied.
She couldn’t help but shoot him a stern look, silently wondering if her husband had suddenly developed a split personality.
Davis, seeing he couldn’t win against her, agreed reluctantly but not without mumbling another series of precautions as though he had beco her doctor.
Jessica’s brows rose, a smile tugging at her lips as she observed his face. "Davis Allen, are you turning into a doting husband already?"
"Is it wrong to dote on my wife?" he asked as he shot her a glare.
Jessica felt herself drawn into those orbs that continually swirled with mysteries. So many thoughts ringing through her mind.
"Davis, thank you," she muttered with sincerity.
She might have always been the strong woman everyone saw, but only this man seed to see her as just a girl to be cared for.
She felt grateful he was there. Her eyes welled up. "Mum, rest assured. I will live well," she murmured silently.
Seeing her eyes turning into a pool, Davis felt confused and anxious. "Are you okay? Why the tears?" he mumbled.
Jessica shook her head. She didn’t really have anything going wrong, but rather felt her wounded heart healing from his care and love.
Davis picked up a piece of apple and brought it to her lips. "Eat, madam. You’re not eating for one anymore."
She obeyed, nibbling the fruit, still slightly dazed at this tender, transford version of her husband.
As she chewed, he added casually, "Also, we have to make so renovations and decorations at ho when we return—a nursery for the baby. I think the guest room will do the magic."
Jessica stared at him. "Already?"
"Do you want to wait until the baby’s in college?" he asked, mock serious.
She burst out laughing, tears stinging her eyes.
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