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.

the kitchen. Freshly showered, clean white tee-shirt, jeans and trainers and looking exactly not as though he spent

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

“Good idea.”

then, “It’s like Mother Hubbard’s cupboard in there. I'll pop across to the hotel. Raid their supplies.

Watercress. Anything like

five. I'll be

Sally tells me she shouldn't have citrus fruits while she’s breastfeeding. Oh, and this…” He brandishes a jar. “Some

I’ve no guinea pigs in the larder

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

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

doing, Charlotte? I’m nearly ready

She ‘unhooks’ Cara from the breast…

to check they’re giving you something suitable. You need to take them until that chest infection clears, and they’ll

food on the table.

up chairs. Michael scoops scrambled eggs onto Charlotte’s plate, then tomatoes and bacon. “We should

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

“Charlotte, will you show me how you make those little

I will. I’ll just need some glossy magazines, something with

“I’ll see what’s out of date

following

with Klempner. Both are freshly

foot to the other. Mitch sucks at her lips.

Charlotte, where are your manners? Budge up, make some space for

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