Professional Heir

Chapter 18

Kimberly.

The sun was shining brightly, but I wasn't in the mood for a day in the pool like everyone else was. I observed from the shade as my family laughed and played like children. Not everyone knew the details. We decided not to tell them. Not yet. I wanted them to enjoy the remainder of their stay. Questions were asked, of course they were. Robert had managed to shut them down for me.

Jenkin sat in a baby seat just in front of me. He stared up at me, his eyes falling shut occasionally. A smile - that was likely just wind - tugged at his little lips. I reached for him to hold in my arms. There was a different kind of comfort when you had a hug from your own baby. Even if they weren't able to hug you back yet. His eyes were almost identical to mine. A dark green, and so large you could almost see his future.

We're all going to die.

I forced my negative thoughts out of my mind and pushed to my feet. "I'm going to make him a bottle," I told my husband.

"Do you need help?" He pulled down his sunglasses.

I shook my head and closed the back door behind me. "You know you," I often spoke to Jenkin, books said speaking to your baby helps them learn to speak themselves. Whether or not that is true I'll never know. "You'll be lucky to look like your father. Girls will love you." I paused. "Maybe not in high school. Puberty will take you a while to kick in."

He tugged at my t-shirt.

"He looked like a child until he hit nineteen. Hopefully, you'll have better luck than him." I opened the cupboard to grab the formula. I dropped it onto the counter. I almost missed the note that was taped to the lid.

Another Mitchell to get rid of.

With an annoyed growl, I crumpled up the paper and tossed it in the bin. We had received plenty of these little notes since Christmas, yet nobody had made a move. Cole had been on the hunt for whoever it was, going so far as to have security cameras set up in my home, but whoever was behind it had managed to shut off the cameras each and every time a new note was left.

Two sets of footsteps sounded behind me. One large, and one oh so very small. "How're you doing, gorgeous?" Elijah.

I turned to face him as I waited for the water to heat up. But I didn't answer his question, instead, I asked my own. "Why haven't you ever found love, Elijah?"

His eyebrows raised. He reached down to pick up Ethan who over a year old now and had began walking. He wasn't very good just yet, but he could take a few steps before falling on his ass. "The time was never right."

"You still have time."

"I suppose. But that means involving someone in a business they could never know about." Elijah placed his brother down to sit on the Kitchen island before peeling a banana.

I passed him a bowl. "You've never considered someone in the business?"

He momentarily stopped mashing up the banana. "Ask me some other time." He answered with a soft smile.

Before I could respond, a familiar Welsh accent could be heard yelling all the way through the house. My uncle Caleb came flying through the kitchen, cupping his genitals as he sprinted out of the patio doors and dived into the pool. My sister Grace was hot on his heels, chasing after him with a pink flip-flop in her hand. She threw it, smacking Caleb in the back of the head.

I rushed out to see what all the commotion was about.

Katherine's eyes were wide with shock.

"What did you do?!" I shouted, more shocked the angry. I hurried to apologise to my mother-in-law.