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 scans over my cooking area. “Can I

have to make up a

“Good idea.”

inside then, “It’s like Mother Hubbard’s cupboard in there. I'll pop across to

Watercress. Anything

me five. I'll be

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

pigs in the larder and I’d prefer she uses mutton next

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

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

doing, Charlotte? I’m nearly ready

as well, Master.” She ‘unhooks’ Cara from the breast… “Are you sure this

check they’re giving you something suitable. You need to take them until

on the table. “There you go, everyone. Help

onto Charlotte’s plate, then tomatoes and bacon. “We should be finishing decorating the tree today and getting up

broad and bright. “I’d love

the table. “Charlotte, will you show

need some glossy magazines,

what’s out of date in Reception…” He trails

turn, following

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

one foot to the other. Mitch sucks at

a moment, there is silence, then I stand. “Of course you may. Charlotte, where are your manners? Budge up, make some space for your parents.

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