Page 16 of Her Jolly Billionaire

“My algorithm is perfect. Julia’s just an outlier.” He was grinning as he pulled on his boxer briefs, then grabbed his robe from the chair. “I’ll get her. You rest.”

“Nicholas—”

“You’re growing a human.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “And helping me run a multi-million-dollar analytics firm. And raising a toddler who somehow has more energy than both of us combined. Rest.”

“Mama.” Julia’s voice was more insistent now.

“I’m coming, baby girl.” he called, heading for the door. He paused at the threshold, looking back at me with such love that it made my throat tight. “Merry Christmas, Danika.”

“Merry Christmas.”

As he disappeared down the hall, I settled back against the pillows, my hand resting on my stomach. Through the monitor, I heard him greet Julia, followed by her delighted squeal as her daddy entered her room.

Four years ago, I’d met a man who tried to quantify love with a spreadsheet. Now he was my husband, my business partner, the father of my children. We’d built something beautiful together—not because we’d optimized for it, but because we’d been brave enough to feel it.

Some things, I’d learned, really couldn’t be measured.

And those were always the best things.