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.

as though he spent

a fruit salad. I'd like

“Good idea.”

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

Watercress.

I'll

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

larder and

pulls up a chair, comparing notes with

is producing fragrant steam. I eye the table…

doing, Charlotte?

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

was very careful to check they’re giving you something suitable. You need to take them until that chest infection clears, and

the table. “There you go, everyone.

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

broad and

“Charlotte, will you show me how you make

need some glossy

what’s out of date in Reception…” He trails

following his

stands there, hand-in-hand with Klempner. Both are freshly

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

manners? Budge up, make some space for

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