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.

and looking exactly not as

up a

“Good idea.”

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

Spinach. Watercress.

five. I'll be right

returns with an overflowing basket, setting containers one after another 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. Apparently, it’s from the last of the green tomatoes a few months back and

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,

are you doing, Charlotte? I’m nearly

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

to take them until

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

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

answering smile is broad and bright. “I’d

“Charlotte, will you

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

“I’ll see what’s out of date in Reception…” He

turn, following his

Both are

Mitch sucks at her lips. “May we

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

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