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.

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.

we have to make up a fruit

“Good idea.”

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

Spinach. Watercress.

I'll be

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

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

then pulls up a chair, comparing notes

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

you doing, Charlotte? I’m nearly ready

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

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

the

and bacon. “We should be finishing decorating the tree today

broad and bright.

will you show me how

some glossy magazines, something with lots

see what’s out of date in Reception…” He trails off, eyes passing over

following

Klempner. Both are freshly showered and very

Mitch

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

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