Only Time Will Tell

Chapter 15

_Jo's POV_
We were rolling around under the covers when Att came running in. "Uh!" Henry grunted; making my back slam against the wall. "Mum?" Att asked; walking over to my side of the bed. My eyes widened. "Henry. Off," I sighed. "Juice?" he mumbled; peering up at me hopefully. "Why aren't you in bed, Mister? It's 10 o'clock," I smiled; getting to my feet. "'Cause want juice," he explained. "Okay," I grinned; slipping my robe on. We walked out into the kitchen, and I got him a juice box off of the top refrigerator shelf. I handed it to him, and let him stick the straw in; which he always insists on doing. He started heading in the direction of our room, and I sighed. "Uppy?" he asked Henry. "Alright," he replied; lifting him up on the bed. I peered over at the tent Henry was pitching, and arched an eyebrow. "I shall get rid of this," he spoke; walking into the bathroom. I laid down in bed with Att, and Henry came back a few minutes later. He slipped on some ash colored boxer briefs and got under the covers. Once Att finished his juice, I got up and threw it away; coming back to bed. "Dadda," he whispered. "Yes?" Henry responded. "I imborsal?" he questioned. "What?" Henry said. "Imbo.. Immo.." Att stuttered. "Immortal.." Henry mumbled; eyes wide. -This is the second time he'd brought it up. "I don't know, Atticus," Henry replied. "Mum Immor.. Immor..?" Att babbled. "Yes," Henry answered; turning curiously to face him. "Dadda immor.. Immor..?" he asked. "Yes," Henry responded. "Atticus.. Who said this?" He spoke. "Say Adam," Att whispered; his tiny eyes full of fear. "Adam scary," he whimpered. Small tears rolled down his cheeks and my heart broke. -This was our two year old son.. Worried about such grown up problems. "It's alright, Atticus. Shh," Henry assured him; rubbing his back affectionately. Henry peered in my eyes; unsure what to do as Att sobbed in his arms. "Next time he calls.." he seethed. "What? What, Henry? You're going to tell him how displeased you are with him? We need to meet with him, and we need to get to the bottom of this," I said. "You're right," he sighed.
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_Henry's POV_
As if one cue, Jo's cellular device started ringing. She picked it up, and her eyes widened. She handed it to me, and held Atticus tightly to her chest. "Hello Henry," Adam spoke. "We need to meet," I announced. "I couldn't agree more," he responded. "Come to the shop tomorrow. 5 pm," I stated. "I'll see you there," he replied; hanging up.