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.

Freshly 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.

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

“Good idea.”

Mother Hubbard’s cupboard in there. I'll pop across to the hotel. Raid

Spinach. Watercress. Anything

me five. I'll be

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

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

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

eye the table… Butter, marmalade, strawberry jam, milk, cream, muesli, yoghurt,

doing, Charlotte? I’m nearly

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

need to take them until that chest

food on the

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

is broad and bright.

a long nail on the table. “Charlotte, will you show

I’ll just need some glossy magazines, something with lots of

see what’s out of date in Reception…” He

following his

there, hand-in-hand with Klempner. Both

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

stand. “Of course you may. Charlotte, where are your manners? Budge up,

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