His Heir

Chapter One - "Can we go hunting again?"

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"Mum! Dad! I'm home!" I yell out, slamming the front door shut. It's Friday so I know both of them are back from work, ready to spend the weekend together. Once a month, we always head off to our cabin house in Scotland for the weekend, I'm allowed to bring a friend or two.

Silence greets me and I listen out carefully, dropping my backpack to the floor.

"Mum? Dad?" I call out, using my hands to comb my long dark hair upwards so I can secure it with a hair tie.

"Are you guys getting it on? Because I really don't want to see that again. Hit the wall three times and I'll leave for an hour," I yell up the stairs. I can hear them chuckling from upstairs before Mum appears at the top of the stairs, smiling down at me.

"Hi honey, how was school?" She asks me, still dressed in her work clothes. She's wearing a smart grey dress that clings to her body, her dark hair curled prettily around her shoulders.

"It was good, I only made two teachers cry today so I've set a new record for myself," I say proudly, grinning at her. Mum rolls her eyes and walks down the stairs, fiddling with her diamond earrings.

"Ruby, you've got to start behaving at school." Mum scolds me, just like she does every morning. It's my turn to roll my eyes at her and I know we must look like twins doing it. I look exactly like my Mum beside from my smile. I get that from my Dad.

"Where's Dad?" I ask her, following her into the kitchen. She turns on the kettle and I head for the fridge, grabbing the carton of orange juice. The door to the kitchen opens and Dad walks in, beaming from ear to ear.

"Hey cupcake," he teases me, wrapping an arm around my neck and planting a firm kiss on top of my head. I grin against his chest, struggling to free myself from his tight hold.

"God, Dad. Get off me and do not call me cupcake. It was cute when I was five, not anymore."

"I'll call you whatever I want. I'm your father, deal with it." He smiles, stepping around me to place his arms around Mum. I immediately know where this is going so I turn my back on them, not wanting to see them making out.

Some things should never be witnessed by children.

"Do you guys ever spend time away from each other? You work together and every time you're at home, you never leave each other alone." I shudder, secretly loving their relationship. . .

It's cute.

If you like the soppy romantic relationship type.

"You'll understand one day Ruby," Mum says to me, placing two mugs down onto the kitchen side. I shake my head firmly and Dad does the same, his eyebrows creased together into a frown.

"No, she will not. I'm the only man allowed to be in her life," he states unhappily. I nod my head exactly the same way I've done in the past and repeat the same words —

"Yes, I know Dad. Boys will break my heart but not before you'll break their legs."

Dad chuckles, looking proud of himself.