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.

into the kitchen. Freshly showered, clean white tee-shirt, jeans and trainers and looking exactly not as though he spent the last week

have to make up a fruit salad. I'd like to get some

“Good idea.”

looks inside then, “It’s like Mother Hubbard’s cupboard in there. I'll pop across to the hotel. Raid

greens. Spinach. Watercress. Anything

me five. I'll be right

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 Sally says

I’ve no guinea pigs in the larder

a chair, comparing notes with Richard

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

are you doing, Charlotte? I’m nearly ready

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

need to take them until that chest infection clears, and

food on the table. “There you

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

is broad and bright.

nail on the table. “Charlotte, will you show me how you make those little paper

some glossy magazines,

out of date in Reception…” He trails off, eyes

turn, following

with Klempner. Both are freshly showered

one foot to the other. Mitch

stand. “Of course you may. Charlotte, where are your manners? Budge up, make some space for your

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