Hot Revenge Box Set 2

James

Breakfast time.

Charlotte is up and about, refusing to stay in bed. And, while she is still tired, I see no reason to insist on bedrest. Right now, she will do far better for being back at home and enjoying ‘family life’.

Nonetheless, I’ve encouraged her to wear a woolly housecoat over the nightie, slippers and bed socks. Hopefully, that will prevent her trying to go outdoors. The fog outside hasn’t cleared yet and I don’t want the damp settling on her chest.

She's too pale. At least, she's always pale, but that's her natural colouring. Right now, there's still that pallid edge to her complexion that I don't care for.

Almost a week of being chained in her own shit.

Living on crap junk food.

Scared half mindless…

Blood loss from the birth...

Hmmm...

Charlotte sits with Cara on her lap, providing her breakfast and Beth sits close by making cooing noises.

She’ll enjoy a good breakfast…

And with that in mind, I’m at the hob with bacon, fried and scrambled eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, black pudding and fried bread.

I rummage through the fridge, seeking inspiration. It's barely stocked. We've spent the last few days living on food from the freezer.

showered, clean white tee-shirt, jeans and trainers and looking exactly not as though he spent the last week under horrendous stress, he

up a fruit salad. I'd like to get some inside

“Good idea.”

cupboard in there. I'll pop across to the hotel. Raid their

greens. Spinach. Watercress. Anything like

five. I'll be right

strawberries. There were oranges too, but Sally tells me she shouldn't have citrus fruits while she’s breastfeeding. Oh, and this…” He brandishes a jar. “Some kind of chutney. Apparently, it’s from the last of the green tomatoes a few months back and Sally

no guinea pigs in the larder and I’d prefer she uses

then pulls up a chair, comparing notes with Richard of the events of the

pot is producing fragrant steam. I eye the table… Butter, marmalade, strawberry jam, milk, cream,

doing, Charlotte? I’m nearly

Master.” She ‘unhooks’ Cara from the

giving you something suitable. You need to take them until that chest

cooked food on the table. “There

should be finishing decorating the tree today and getting up the

answering smile is broad and bright. “I’d love

will you

just need some glossy magazines, something with lots

says Michael. “I’ll see what’s out of date in Reception…” He trails off, eyes

following his

stands there, hand-in-hand with Klempner. Both are

to the other. Mitch sucks at her lips. “May we join

“Of course you may. Charlotte, where are your manners? Budge up, make some space for your parents. Michael,

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