After The Billionaire's Wedding Vows…

She shrugged. “Are we in a rush to find a house?”

“You are less than three months away from giving birth. I would say so, yes.”

“But we don’t have to move before the baby is born.”

“Why wouldn’t we?”

“Maybe I like living here in the penthouse. Helena is happy here.”

“She would be just as happy in a house with a garden to play in.”

“We have the roof garden.” It had a pool as well, and she and Helena got their daily dose of swimming just as they had at the villa. There was room for a play structure up there, but she didn’t know how Alexandros would feel about changing the look from elegant showpiece to family friendly.

“You want to stay here?” he asked, surprise lacing his tone. “We could turn the guest room into a nursery, I suppose.” He frowned as if in thought. “I imagined you’d prefer to have more room.”

She laughed, the sound harsher than she would have expected. “Helena and I used maybe four rooms in the villa when you weren’t there.”

He grimaced, acknowledging a truth he’d been ignorant of until very recently. “Because it felt too much like a hotel to you.”

“Yes.” She sighed, deciding to be honest, even though she wasn’t sure about revealing her thoughts and fears to the man she had learned not to trust, but had never stopped loving.

Whoever said there could be no love without trust didn’t understand the nature of consuming love.

Of course, she’d prefer to trust her husband with her heart, but she wasn’t going to stop loving him just because she couldn’t.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Cards on the table?”

“That is one of those American idioms you are so fond of, isn’t it?”

She rolled her eyes. And he accused her of going off on tangents. “Yes, it means—”

“That you will show me your thoughts you’ve been hiding. Yes I know.”

“I’m not hiding anything.” She sighed. “Not on purpose.”

“What have you been hiding not on purpose?” he asked.

“Okay. First of all, you realize that this penthouse has more square footage than the house I grew up in?”

He inclined his head, waiting, she was sure for her to get to the point.

“My parents raised four children in that house.”

“So, you want a smaller house?” he asked, sounding like he was trying to figure out what she was saying.

“Not per se, but this penthouse has four bedrooms. Yes, one is set up as an office that we can both use, so that’s nice.”

“You are rambling again.”

“I’m not. I’m explaining.”

“I apologize. I am listening.” He made the gesture she’d taught Helena to indicate turning her listening ears on.

Polly smiled. “Good. We don’t need a guest room. We can put my family up in either the corporate apartments, when they come to visit, or a hotel if you have business associates using the apartments on the next level down.”

“Business associates or out-of-town employees can use a hotel in that case. Family always comes first,” Alexandros declared.

“That’s great. I’d rather have Mom and Dad closer when they come to stay especially.”