After The Billionaire's Wedding Vows…

“So, we are really moving?” she asked, disbelief more prevalent than acceptance.

“Our primary residence, yes.”

“You mean we’re keeping the villa?” Relief she would not have expected washed over her, but this was the house she’d brought her baby home to.

The first house that had been only hers and Alexandros’s.

“That is entirely up to you, Polly. This house is in your name.” He kissed her lightly. “But if I get a vote, I would like to consider keeping it. I would still like to get out of the city on occasion and think it would be good for our children as well.”

She could only nod. The house was hers? But according to the prenuptial agreement, anything he bought for her she got to keep in the eventuality of a divorce. She’d never considered he might buy her a house that had cost several million euros.

“I think your brother and Corrina will be glad of that, too,” she said for lack of anything better to say. Her mind was still melting under that knowledge that Polly owned the villa.

Alexandros’s smile was warm. “You are very close to them.”

“I am.”

“I am glad.”

Even after that closeness led to his being challenged in his perception as a husband? That was a pretty nice sentiment actually. Especially for a man as proud as her husband.

“I’m six months pregnant.” It just popped out. She hadn’t been thinking of her pregnancy as a stumbling block to moving, but the truth was this pregnancy had been really hard on Polly and she wasn’t sure she was up to it.

“You think this is a bad time to make the move?” he asked, like that mattered more than anything else. “You know I won’t allow you to do too much. We’ll have movers and professional packers. You’ll only have to supervise.”

She didn’t mention that supervision could be very taxing, simply looked at him and asked. “Will you help?”

“In every way that I can. I promise.”

She nodded. Beryl would as well, even if they had to hire her a second assistant.

Polly discovered that house hunting with her billionaire husband was nothing like she might have expected.

He hired the preeminent estate agents in Athens who then provided virtual walk throughs on potential properties.

She’d pictured going to look at houses together, but so far, they had both watched the videos separately and then discussed them. Usually after tucking their daughter in for the night.

They were spending more time together however because her workaholic husband had come home early again this week, twice. And he had arranged to work from home once, without a single overnight at the Athens apartment.

Helena was blossoming under the extra attention from her beloved papa. Polly was blooming too, but fear of going back to the way things had been cast a shadow over her enjoyment of her husband’s increased presence.

Polly was leaning back against Alexandros’s chest as they looked at potential property together on his phone. It was one she’d gotten very excited about.

“If you are that keen on this house, you could go see it with the agent tomorrow,” he told her.

She felt her body tense. “I thought we were visiting the properties together.”

“I cannot do it tomorrow.”

“What happened to no more uncomfortable helicopter rides into Athens for me?”

“I thought you and Helena could come to the apartment for the rest of the week, perhaps longer.”

They would be right across the hall from Corrina and Petros. And Alexandros’s office would be an elevator ride away. Excitement coursed through Polly. “You’ve never invited us to the penthouse.”

He used one when he stayed over, while Corrina and Petros lived in the other full-time. One floor below were a set of four apartments used by the company for business related needs, but the penthouses were gorgeous from the pictures Corrina had sent Polly on her phone after moving in.

“I’ve had the penthouse childproofed and a plexiglass guard added to the balcony railing, which I’ve had raised another two feet. Not that you’ll allow Helena out there without supervision, but it’s an extra measure of security for her.” Tossing away his phone, he tugged her into his lap, so their gazes met. “And I never realized you needed an invitation to join me in Athens.”