Rodri’s question

Vanessa’s POV

I noticed my hands were sweaty as Rodri led me out of the supermarket, heading towards the car as the guards followed closely by, hauling the gigantic bags of baby items we had finally bought. I just wanted to pick a few things but Rodri had decided against it, choosing five of every item I had written on my list.

Since we had no idea about the gender of the baby, he had insisted we get everything in both pink and blue and in large numbers also. Mum had suggested we settle on unisex clothes but Rodri hadn't welcomed the idea at all.

"A billionaire’s child should feel like a billionaire, shouldn't he?" Rodri had asked me when I brought the suggestion to him and without waiting for my response, he had gone ahead to tell the shop attendant to increase the number of items from the two pairs we had initially agreed on.

At the end of our shopping spree, we had ended up buying more than half the children's section and as expensive as it must have been, Rodri had unwave