Professional Heir

Chapter 30

Kimberly.

"Get your coat on please, Jenkin." I called out into the living room.

"I'm not cold." He called back.

"You will be outside. Put it on please."

"Fine."

"Don't attitude your mother." My husband and I occupied the Kitchen, drinking coffee. Arabella was down for her afternoon nap, while I needed to head to the store for some milk. Ari was getting out of her naps now, only having one when she woke up too early or was very obviously tired.

Of course, once Jenkin had heard I was heading to the store he wanted to join, while his Father on the other hand practically begged me to wait until Arabella was awake so he could come with us.

"I won't be five minutes."

I heard Jenkin calling out for me just as I placed a kiss on Robert's cheek.

"Be safe."

"Always."

Did I ever mention Robert and I lived in a gated community? Well, we did. And although that may seem lovely, it is a pain when wanting to walk to the shops. What would be just a five-minute walk if we didn't have the obnoxiously long driveway and a million guards to pass soon turns into fifteen minutes after passing all the obstacles.

Jenkin didn't mind it though. He happily skipped along beside me, unlocking our hands to punch me every time he saw a yellow car - which was surprisingly often.

We didn't live in a particularly busy area. Just on the outskirts of the main city. The local corner shop wasn't anything special, it supplied all the essentials and that was enough for me.

Each time Jenkin joined one of the professionals on a store trip he was allowed to pick out one item. He wandered around the shop, making the very difficult decision. A decision which likely took longer for him to decide than it took for us to even walk to the shop itself.

Once he had decided on a chocolate bar, we paid and left. My son was eyeing up the shopping bag for a solid five minutes before opening his mouth. "Did you know grapes explode in the microwave?"

I furrowed my brows. "Oh yeah?"

"Yep."

"And how would you know that?"

"Jackson told me."

I couldn't stop myself from laughing a little. "Did Cole tell him?"

"I don't know. I should ask."

"Maybe you should."

"Can we try it when we're home?"

"Most definitely not," I spoke with a shake of my head. "You can do it at Jackson's house since he's such an expert."

"Deal." He was smiling, but the happy look on his face soon fell after he turned his head to look behind us. Jenkin'shand squeezed mine tighter. "Mumma, do they work for you?"

Turning to look at who or what had frightened him, I admit I felt myself filling with confusion. "I don't think so, bach."

"Then why are they following us?"

I laughed it off. "People can walk behind us, baby, it doesn't mean they're following us."

"I don't like the look of them."

I tapped his shoulder. "You don't get to judge someone off their looks."

"I know, but-"

"No, Jenkin, It's rude and rather nasty."