The Rebirth of My Dead Billionaire Wife

Chapter 139

Alessia sat on the couch in her living room, her feet propped up on a stack of pillows while she flipped through a magazine about nursery decor. Her legs were swollen, her back ached, and she felt like a whale. She sighed heavily and tossed the magazine onto the coffee table.

“I swear, I’ve never felt this big in my life,” she muttered to herself.

Theo appeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray with her favorite snacks—fresh fruit, cheese, and a bottle of sparkling water. “You don’t look like a whale,” he said, placing the tray in front of her. “More like a very elegant dolphin.”

Alessia shot him a withering look, though her lips twitched into a smile. “A dolphin? Really? That’s the best you’ve got?”

Theo grinned, plopping down beside her. “Fine. You’re a radiant goddess carrying the next great ruler of the world. Happy?”

She laughed despite herself. “That’s more like it.”

He leaned over, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Seriously, you look amazing. Swollen ankles and all.”

“Thanks,” she said softly, though her hands instinctively went to her belly. “It’s just… hard. I feel like I can’t do anything anymore. I had to stop working, and now I’m just sitting here like a giant, useless balloon.”

“You’re growing a human,” Theo pointed out, popping a grape into his mouth. “That’s the most important job there is.”

Decorating the Nursery

Theo stood up and clapped his hands together. “Alright, enough self-pity. We’ve got a nursery to decorate.”

Alessia groaned, trying to push herself up from the couch. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one carrying a bowling ball.”

Theo extended a hand to help her up. “I’ll do the heavy lifting. You just point and boss me around. You’re good at that.”

“Ha-ha,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But don’t think I won’t take full advantage of that offer.”

They waddled—well, Alessia waddled, and Theo walked—into the spare room that they’d turned into the nursery. The walls were freshly painted a soft pastel green, and boxes of furniture and decorations were stacked neatly in the corner.

“So,” Theo said, rubbing his hands together. “What’s first? Crib? Changing table? Or the giant stuffed giraffe?”

Alessia laughed. “Let’s start with the crib. That way, if I get too tired, I can supervise from there.”

Theo pulled out the crib pieces and spread them across the floor, grabbing a screwdriver. “This is going to be a breeze.”

“Famous last words,” Alessia said, sitting in the glider chair and watching him.

An hour later, Theo was sitting on the floor, surrounded by bolts, screws, and pieces of wood, his hair slightly disheveled. “I swear this thing was designed by an evil genius,” he muttered, squinting at the instructions.

Alessia smirked, sipping her sparkling water. “Need some help, handyman?”

“Nope,” he said stubbornly, holding up a piece of the crib. “I’ve got this.”

She tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Are you sure? Because it kind of looks like you’re building a spaceship.”

Theo sighed dramatically. “Laugh it up, whale.”

“Excuse me?” Alessia said, arching an eyebrow. “Do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

“I meant radiant dolphin goddess,” he corrected quickly, shooting her a sheepish grin.

“That’s what I thought,” she said smugly, leaning back.

Eventually, Theo managed to assemble the crib, standing back to admire his work. “Not bad, huh?”

“Impressive,” Alessia admitted, clapping lightly. “Though I’ll reserve judgment until the baby actually sleeps in it and doesn’t fall through.”

Theo gave her a mock bow. “Your confidence in me is inspiring.”

They moved on to the changing table, which, thankfully, was much easier to assemble. Alessia directed him as he hung up a mobile above the crib, its soft stars and moons gently swaying.

“Perfect,” she said, clapping her hands together. “This is really coming together.”

Theo glanced around the room, his expression softening. “It’s going to be amazing. Our little girl is going to love it.”

Alessia smiled, her hand resting on her belly. “She better. After all this work, I expect her to appreciate it.”

They finished the nursery with soft touches: fluffy rugs, pastel curtains, and a bookshelf filled with baby books and stuffed animals. Alessia placed a small framed photo of her and Theo on the dresser, her heart swelling as she looked around.

“It’s perfect,” she said quietly, her voice filled with emotion.

Theo walked over, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Yeah, it is.”

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening. “Thank you for all of this. For… everything.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Always, Alessia. You and this little one mean everything to me.”