Professional Heir

Chapter 24

Robert.

Kimberly was laying on the couch, poking me all over my face and side with her toe, erupting with laughter like an utter child. "Kimberly," I warned, not moving my eyes from the laptop on my lap.

She continued. "Kimberly May," I warned once again.

Kimberly proceeded to move her left foot and shut the laptop lid closed. I let out a heavy breath and glared at my wife. "Kim! There was important stuff on there and now I've lost it!" I admittedly raised my voice a little as I placed the laptop on the glass coffee table.

Kimberly pouted, but she most definitely was not sorry. Getting on her knees to straddle me, she spoke, "I'm bored." Before I could say a word her lips were on mine.

I broke away from the kiss. "You're so needy."

"Be grateful I actually like you." She kissed me again. Not that I minded of course.

But what I did mind was being interrupted by the sound of the front door closing shut. Before either of us could move, Jenkin came barging in. "Mumma, papa!" He shouted before leaping up onto the couch beside us.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Katherine offered a stiff smile.

I waved my mother off, silently telling her it was okay as she took a seat. Kimberly slid off my lap to take a seat beside me and lifted our son into hers. "Hiya, bach, did you have fun at Oma's?"

"Yes, Mumma. How's my baby?" He rushed out.

I raised a brow. "Your baby?"

"Yeah, my baby." Jenkin poked his mother's tummy.

"I think you mean my baby." Kimberly poked Jenkin back.

"Yeah yeah. When do we know if it's a boy or a girl?" He stared up at his mother with big blue eyes.

"In a couple of weeks, zoetie." I ruffled his blonde hair.

"All he's talked about all weekend is how he's going to be a big brother." My mother smiled at Jenkin like he put the stars in the sky. We weren't planning on telling my parents until we knew the gender, at the same time we were planning on telling the professionals, but three weeks ago, at only ten weeks pregnant, my mother immediately knew something was different. There's no getting past her.

"He sure is. But for now, you're little and it's your bedtime soon. Why don't you run upstairs and pick out your pyjamas? Then Mumma or I will come up to bathe you and get you all ready for bed." I instructed. Amazingly, Jenkinwas a good boy. For whatever reason, I believed he would be rebellious, even at a young age, but he always listened to at least one of us.

Jenkin hopped off his mother's lap and quickly ran to kiss his grandmother's cheek. "Thank you for this weekend, Oma." And rushed up the stairs.

"Mother, I have something to ask you." I relax an arm along the back of the couch, sinking further into the couch.

My mother turned her attention to me instead of watching Jenkin run up the stairs.

"Of course, son." She nodded.

"Soon I'm going away for two weeks. We haven't told Jenkin yet because we don't want him moping around about it. I was wondering if you could help Kimberly if needed-"

"I should be fine-" Kimberly interrupted. We had argued over this countless times since the job had come up. She demanded it is her that goes. After all, it was her usual job, but I insisted that she didn't fly while pregnant, no matter the stage. She then demanded Elijah go with Cole instead of myself, she just huffed when I explained I couldn't send the head of security and the head of guards to a different country for two weeks.