Page 194 of Delilah In Discretion

She heard more rustling from the closet and looked over to see Archer walking over as he buttoned up his shirt. He walked over to the mirror angrily, and Delilah sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why do we have to go, Princess? You do know there are going to be about eighty people there, correct?” he said, stating the fact of the matter.

Delilah smiled. “We have to go so we can mingle and see our families. You can’t keep me and baby Adeline hostage, you know,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Archer walked over and kissed his daughter’s cheek. “You hear that, Princess? Mommy thinks I can’t keep you both to myself. Isn’t she silly?” he said, smiling, to which his daughter simply giggled in response, causing Delilah to roll her eyes.

“I’m joking, love. Besides, it’ll do me some good to see everyone under one roof again. Crazy how time flies,” he muttered and kissed Delilah’s lips as well. “Speaking of havingtime—” he began, and Delilah shook her head, shutting him down.

“No. The party starts soon, and our child is staring directly at you. We have no time to fool around.”

Leaning down again, Archer shook his head. “See, baby? Mommy doesn’t want to make me happy on Christmas too! Maybe I should keep you both locked in here.”

Delilah threw a pillow at Archer, who simply laughed in response as Adeline continued giggling.

Picking up his daughter, he gazed at both her and his wife lovingly before pulling Delilah to stand. He placed a kiss on her head before speaking sincerely.

“I love you, Delilah.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist as she laid her head on his chest.

“I love you, Archer.”

“Brielle. Darling, I think we have enough lights to illuminate the entire neighborhood. Let’s tone it down a notch or two; what do we think?” Killian muttered as he watched his wife with their youngest child on her hip and the twins following in tow as she paced the courtyard filled with rather costly Douglas fir pine trees illuminated by Christmas lights as they surrounded the fountain.

He had bit his tongue for the majority of the month when she incorporated a different theme in each corner of the estate, from the Candyland and Mrs. Claus bakery disaster that filled each kitchen in their home to the winter wonderland that plagued the living room, to the miniature Polar Express train that the children rode all hours of the day.

Being a billionaire, he grew to find pleasure in indulging in his wife’s interests to see them flourish. However… Christmas is where he felt a strong urge to draw the line. But in the words of the twins, “Daddy was a big grinch because he didn’t want to believe in Mommy’s Christmas magic.”

“Killy. We have guests arriving in an hour,” she responded, her tone gentle but firm as she adjusted the lights on a nearby tree. Reginald walked over with more decorations, eager to assist.

Running his hand through his hair, Killian sighed. “And you think that warrants making the estate as bright as the North Star?” he said, but gradually stopped as the twins glared in his direction.

“Daddy, stop. Mommy needs to focus,” Trinity said.

Killian could only run his hand down his face as Brielle smiled softly, praising them silently as she caressed both of their faces before she continued her assessment of the decorations.

In the corner of his eye, he noticed a few of his security guards entering with a near truckload of more decorations. Leaning against the pillar, he watched silently as more reindeer adorned with glowing lights were rolled to the back of their home to join the others that littered the garden as if they were real.

The twins smiled happily once again as Benjamin assisted, and soon, Brielle walked over with the children standing by her husband.

“What do you think?” she asked, oblivious to his slight irritation.

Killian’s jaw clenched.I think I’ve spent nearly ten million fucking dollars on Christmas decorations—

“I think it’s perfect,” he gritted out with a slightly pained expression.

As she placed a small kiss on his lips, his annoyance left as soon as it came, as he felt prepared to spend fifty, even ahundred million, on overpriced and unneeded decorations if it made his beautiful wife happy.

As they made their way inside, however, they paused. They saw a car enter the roundabout and stop before the entrance of the home. Seeing as it was unfamiliar, Killian approached, silently guiding his family behind him as they looked on.

Eventually, a man with traits similar to a silver fox stepped out of the front. He walked over to the passenger side, and as soon as he opened the door, Killian heard his wife gasp from behind as a woman who bore a striking resemblance to her stepped out with a smile as she fixed her trenchcoat. Her skin and figure were flawless for her being in her golden years.

Killian grabbed their daughter from Brielle’s arms and chuckled as his wife descended the steps eagerly like a child on Christmas morning. Brielle immediately embraced her as she was at arm’s length, and the woman sighed heavily, caressing Brielle’s hair as if she were a child again.

“Mom. I’m so glad you came,” Brielle whispered, tears welling in her eyes.

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