After The Billionaire's Wedding Vows…
“As angry as you made me, I think it’s a good idea,” she slotted in before he could tell her he’d been stupid to suggest such a thing.
“You do?”
She nodded.
“For six months?” If his voice rose on the word months, he could be forgiven.
“No. The six months is about your mother and sister only. I’m due in ten weeks and then six after that while I heal.”
“That’s still four months,” he practically shouted.
She startled, like his raised voice had surprised her. “It was your idea.”
“And it was stupid.”
“No. You were right. We both used sex to paper over the cracks. I don’t want those cracks becoming chasms.”
He wanted to argue, but Alexandros found he could not. He had let his wife down in a very real way. If this was his penance, then he would pay it.
“You want to go shopping? With me?” Polly wasn’t sure she’d heard her husband correctly.
It was just not him. The Alexandros Kristalakises of the world did not trail along with their wives to the shops.
His smile was all warm engaging charm. “You may have not noticed, but you are expecting our son in just over two months.”
“Hard to miss.” Harder to miss was that it was midmorning and her business tycoon husband was in their penthouse, not his office.
Again.
“We have no nursery for him.”
They did have a nursery. At Villa Liakada. “We have everything at the villa.” She should have had the nursery furniture, the bassinet at the very least, brought to Athens.
Polly wasn’t sure why she hadn’t already taken care of it. The entire layette she’d put together for her son’s arrival was still in there as well.
“Which we will need when we are staying there on weekends.”
“Papa!” Helena came careening into the living room, Hero close in her wake. “Are you going to go swimming with us?”
“Not today, louloudi mou. I am taking Mama shopping.”
His little flower made a face. Helena definitely took after her father in her lack of interest in that pastime. “Do I have to go?” the three-year-old asked suspiciously.
“Ohi. You will go swimming with Hero, have a lovely lunch with Aunt Corrina and then take your nap, ne?” They were going to have to hire a second nursemaid to replace Dora in Athens.
The older woman would keep her position on a part-time basis for when they visited the villa, but she hadn’t wanted to make the move to Athens.
“I get to visit Aunt Corrina?” Helena asked excitedly.
“Most assuredly, but only if you promise to nap nicely for Hero afterward. She has schoolwork she has to do.”
Polly smiled her approval at her husband remembering what to him was probably trivial, but was very important for Hero. “You’re a very nice man for a billionaire business shark.”
“I am glad you think so.” His smile had a spark of something that sent need sparking through Polly even as their daughter promised most sincerely to take her nap nicely.
Hero and Helena, accompanied by two of the security team, left for the pool a moment later, and Polly was left alone with her confusing husband.
“You want to furnish a nursery? But you’re sleeping in it.” Had he forgotten that salient fact?