Page 24 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

Ally

IsitacrossfromDante at the restaurant, feeling nervous as he probes me about my recent sexual history. "Why do you want to know?" I ask, trying to deflect the question.

"Don't lie to me, Ally," he says, his voice stern. "Have you been with anyone else recently?"

I hesitate for a moment before answering, "No, I haven't."

Dante's gaze narrows. "Are you sure? Because if you have, you need to tell me."

I take a deep breath, knowing I have to be honest with him. "Okay, fine. I haven't been with anyone else but you."

Dante leans back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "So, you're really pregnant with my child."

I nod, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "Yes, I am. But you don't have to worry about it. I can handle it on my own."

Dante's face softens as he reaches across the table and takes my hand. "Ally, I want to be there for you and our child. I want to be a part of your lives."

I pull my hand away, feeling conflicted. "Dante, I don't know if that's a good idea. We have so much drama between us. I don't want to bring a child into that. And there’s your family and our careers."

Dante looks at me intently. "I understand your concerns, but I can't just walk away from this. I want to be involved in our child's life, and I still want to be with you."

I sigh, feeling overwhelmed. "Dante, my residency program is ending soon. I'll be transferring to another hospital, so you won't have to see me."

Dante shakes his head. "That's not what I want. I want to be with you and our child. But I need to tell my family first."

I nod, feeling unsure of what to say. The thought of being in a relationship with Dante is both thrilling and terrifying. But for the sake of our child, I know we have to figure out a way to make it work.

We order our food and continue to talk, the tension between us easing as we discuss other topics. I know that things won't be easy going forward, but for now, it feels good to have at least some semblance of peace between us.

As Dante and I continue our conversation, my eyes wander across the restaurant and land on a woman approaching our table from the other side of the room. My heart skips a beat when I recognize her - it's Genevieve, Dante's ex-girlfriend. She's walking towards us with a woman who appears to be Dante's older sister whom I heard about from him. She has the same nose as him and pointy ears that I adore whenever I look at him.

I try to remain calm as Genevieve and Dante's sister approach our table, but I can't help the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know that Genevieve and Dante have a complicated history, and I'm not sure how she will react to seeing him with me.

"Hey, Dante!" Genevieve greets him as she leans in for a kiss on the cheek. "Who's your lovely lady friend?"

Dante introduces me as just a colleague from work, and I can feel Dante's sister's eyes on me, sizing me up.

Genevieve's gaze sharpens as she looks me up and down. "I've seen you before," she says, her tone icy. "You're the girl from Dante's office."

I can feel my cheeks flush as Genevieve continues to speak. "Listen here, sweetie," she says, placing a hand on Dante's shoulder. "If you try to steal my man, I'll cut you up into tiny little pieces."

Dante's sister laughs at Genevieve's words, but I can sense the tension between us as Dante asks them to leave if they are there only to make trouble. I'm relieved when they finally walk away from our table.

Turning to Dante, I speak with a tone filled with anger and frustration. "Is that the kind of woman you used to date?" I ask, my voice shaking with emotion. "She's so rude and arrogant."

Dante lets out a sigh. "Yeah, Genevieve is a handful," he admits. "But since the incident at the office, I haven't seen or spoken to her. I technically kicked her out of my office. I didn't think she would show up here."

"I don't want to deal with any of your drama," I say firmly, feeling a sense of unease. "I'm here because I want to be with you, but I can't handle any of this other stuff."

Dante nods in understanding. "I know," he says. "And I'm sorry that you have to deal with all of this. But I promise you, I'll take care of everything. I'll talk to my family and make sure they know about the baby. And I'll be there for you every step of the way."

I feel a sense of relief wash over me as Dante speaks. Despite the challenges we face, I know that he is committed to making things work between us.

"Thank you," I say softly. "That means a lot to me."

As we continue our conversation, Dante mentions that his family owns and funds several hospitals in Richmond, including the one where I am currently doing my residency program. He states that there is a high likelihood that I will end up in one of their hospitals after I finish residency and that he will still be able to see me and the baby. I am taken aback by the revelation. He seems rich but I had no idea that his family has such a significant presence in the healthcare industry. Dante goes on to mention the names and locations of the hospitals. They are some of the most prestigious and well-equipped healthcare facilities in the city.

I listen intently as Dante explains his plans for our future together. He says he has no intention of letting me raise the child alone and that we need to work together as a team. His words bring a sense of comfort to me, knowing that he is willing to take responsibility for his actions and be there for me and the baby. However, for some reason I feel a sense of unease at the thought of being dependent on his family's resources.

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