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

make up a fruit

“Good idea.”

in there. I'll pop across to the hotel. Raid their supplies. Anything

greens. Spinach. Watercress. Anything

five. I'll

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

pigs in the larder

pulls up a chair, comparing notes

the table…

you doing, Charlotte? I’m

as well, Master.” She ‘unhooks’ Cara from the

You need to take them until that chest infection clears, and they’ll do Cara no

set the cooked food on the table. “There you go,

tomatoes and bacon. “We should be finishing

is broad

“Charlotte, will you show me how you make those

will. I’ll just need some glossy

out of date in Reception…” He

following his

Klempner. Both are freshly showered and very obviously,

to the other. Mitch

your manners?

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