Professional Heir

Chapter 10

Kimberly.

"You know, although I feel like the pig from that 'pig goes pop' game, I actually feel quite okay today." Thirty-eight weeks pregnant. I had been growing a child for thirty-eight whole weeks. Some women love it, I on the other hand hated every single second of it. Once my boy is finally out, Robert has to start using condoms. I am not doing this again, no matter how high the reward is. I hadn't even done the hard part yet.

Robert was cooking dinner. He turned to face me, a cheeky smile dancing along his lips."Is that right?"

Such a simple action - Oh so simple - Had me falling to my knees. Metaphorically of course. Because there he was, my muse. His smile had the power to morph my cold heart into a gushing waterfall of emotions. I found myself mirroring his smile. I adored him so.

My reason for taking my every breath, now gifting me another.

But the terrible truth always lingered over my head, even as I battled to push it away.

We're all going to die.

Though there was no time to think about that now. "At least I don't have to house the thing much longer."

"At least." My husband agreed. "Should I cut these again?"

"Cut them in half." Usually, it was I that prepared dinner. Robert didn't mind cooking, I simply preferred it. "When the baby is born, I think we should go on holiday somewhere, like a private island or something."

"With a newborn?" Robert cocked a brow.

"Well no, when he's around two."

"So in two years, not when he's born then."

I shrugged with a roll of my eyes. "Yeah, same thing." I stood to my feet, coming to Robert's side. I buried myself in him, giving him a tough job at preparing food.

He stopped what he was doing, placing the knife down on the counter. His hand came to thread through my hair. "Is everything okay?"

I nodded silently.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm just thinking."

"About?"

I huffed. "Do you think we're being awful?" After I was greeted by silence I realised I should probably continue. "Having Elijah leave."

Robert laughed. "How does that make us terrible? The man has stayed with us for what, six months? Besides, he was already planning to leave."

"I know. I know that. But still, do you think he'll be alright?"

"Elijah? Have you ever known that man to not be alright? He's a bull, he can handle a little baby." I watched my husband's lips as he spoke. I wanted to believe him, truly, I did. Elijah was actually out taking Ethan to the park as we had this conversation. I had no reason to worry, but he had worried for me these years, it was my turn to worry now. "Besides, we have our own baby to look after. Do you want two crying babies hanging around?"

"God, no."

"Exactly, now come on. I'm going to quickly get changed while this finishes cooking. Care to join me?" He offered up his arm for me to take.

And I did. Something isn't right. Is the only thing I could think about as we began our ascent of the stairs. I could feel it. Something was off and I didn't like it one bit.

And then I felt a warm feeling. "Oh,"

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Robert questioned, placing a hand on my back.