“You’d think they’d be back by now,” Jacob said, lifting the last of his suitcases onto the cart. He handed a one hundred dirham note to the concierge, grateful for the help.
“They’re on their honeymoon,” Nicholas reminded him. “They’ll come back when they’re good and ready.”
“Yeah, but we’re leaving Dubai in less than a day,” Jacob said. “We’re boarding the yacht this afternoon.”
“Trust me, they’re insufferable to be around. The longer they stay away, the better.”
Jacob shuddered. “How are we going to stand being on a boat with them for four weeks?”
“As long as they stay sober, we should be okay,” Nicholas said.
“She’s pregnant. Of course, they’re going to stay sober,” Jacob said. “Well, at least she’ll stay sober.”
“Sir, is there any other way I can be of assistance?” the young man helping with the bags asked. He stood at attention beside the cart.
“I’m sure that will be all for now,” Nicholas answered, also handing the young man a dirham. He nodded with respect and gratitude.
“I will see that these get to the dock.” The young man exited Jacob’s suite.
Jacob watched as the cart rolled down the hall, piled high with everything he owned. “Do you think I have more stuff than the rest of you combined?”
“Other than mother, probably. But she’s packing for baby Joseph as well.”
“I wish Lyle and Miriam were coming with baby Ishy.” Jacob sighed. “I’m gonna miss our little nephew.”
“They’ll be along in a few months when he gets stronger and able to travel,” Nicholas said. “Besides, there are only six staterooms on board. We’d need a superyacht to fit our whole family.”
“Isn’t the Lady Bountiful large enough to be considered a superyacht?” Jacob asked.
“Yeah, probably, but it’s on the low end of them.”
“I thought I saw Prince Marcos’s eyes light up when you were telling him about our trip after the wedding last month,” Jacob said.
“His yacht was the second to be commissioned when father bought the company last year. She should be ready to sail next March if all stays on schedule,” Nicholas said.
“I’m excited to sail on the maiden voyage of the first yacht made by our father.”
“Hey, this was my design,” Nicholas said. “And the workers built the boat, not father.”
“Well, it’s father’s company,” Jacob said.
“Father may have been the financier, but your brothers run the company. You need to start taking ownership of our businesses,” Nicholas said, then poked Jacob on his sternum. “In here. In your heart. We will someday own these companies and we need to run them as if we already do.”
“That makes sense,” Jacob said. “You’re really smart, Nick.”
“Thanks, little brother. Now come on, let’s go help my lovely bride gather the rest of her things.”
“Will she have twice as many suitcases as me?” Jacob asked.
“Heavens no, Adele is a simple girl.” Nicholas chuckled. “You are the spoiled youngest son of a billionaire. There’s no comparison.”
“Not anymore,” Jacob said. “Baby Joseph will grow up twice as spoiled because all of us older brothers will coddle him all his life.”
“I don’t know. Some of us will have our own babies to coddle.” Nicholas puffed up his chest. “Might have to let you be the big brother this time.”
“Is Adele pregnant?” Jacob grabbed Nicholas’s arm to stop him.
“We don’t know yet. We might just be getting excited over nothing. Don’t say anything to mother yet, okay?”
“I won’t say anything,” Jacob said.
“We’ll make an announcement if and when we actually know for sure.”
“I’ll be praying for you, my brother.”
“Thanks.” Nicholas reached over to give Jacob a hug. “Now, enough of this lovey-dovey crap. Let’s go meet the crew of our new yacht.”
“Sounds like a plan.”