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.

jeans and trainers and looking exactly not as though he spent the last week under horrendous stress, he scans over my cooking

to make up a fruit salad. I'd

“Good idea.”

there. I'll pop across to the hotel. Raid

greens. Spinach. Watercress.

five. I'll be

on the counter. “Raspberries, blueberries, 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.

pigs in the larder and I’d prefer she

up a chair, comparing notes

table… Butter, marmalade, strawberry jam, milk, cream,

doing, Charlotte? I’m nearly

She ‘unhooks’ Cara from the breast… “Are you sure this is alright? With

suitable. You need to take them until that chest infection clears, and they’ll do

on the table. “There you go, everyone.

eggs onto Charlotte’s plate, then tomatoes and bacon. “We should be finishing decorating the

answering smile is broad and bright.

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

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

“I’ll see what’s out

following

Klempner. Both are freshly showered and very

shifts from one foot to the other. Mitch sucks at

you may. Charlotte, where are your manners? Budge up, make some space for your parents. Michael, set two

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