A Bleak December~Hanleigh's London by Hanleigh Bradley

Author:Hanleigh Bradley [Bradley, Hanleigh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Author Friends With Benefits
Published: 2018-04-30T23:00:00+00:00

Ella is pretty taken aback when she finds us in the kitchen a good ten minutes later.

“What’s going on here?”

“We’re having breakfast,” I tell her with a wide grin.

She nods her head before placing a kiss on top of Thomas’s head and taking a seat next to him at the breakfast bar.

“What are you making?”

“Omelettes.”

“Yummy.”

She smiles across the kitchen to me in a way that practically stops my heart.

I plate the omelettes up and place them on the bar top.

“Thank you,” she says timidly.

“You’re welcome.”

“You didn’t have to make breakfast.”

“I wanted to.”

We eat in silence, her eyes on her food, mine on her. Thomas thankfully has stopped asking me questions and has settled in to eat his cereal.

Ella’s eyes are slightly puffy and she still looks tired. It’s probably my fault for making her sleep on the sofa. She’d have been far more comfortable in her bed.

“Sorry – you’re probably still really tired because of sleeping on the couch.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “it was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while.”

“Really?”

She nods her head without looking at me.

“Good.”

I smirk proudly.

I know I should rush home and change before going to work, but I refuse to leave her even when she tells me to. Instead, I watch her as she rushes around getting her brother ready for school at the same time as getting herself ready for work. I always knew she was efficient, but this is bonkers.

She doesn’t stop for more than a second in one place. It’s fascinating to watch.

Thomas doesn’t make it easy for her, arguing every chance he gets. He had wanted to go to the hospital visit their mum before school, but Ella told him that we didn’t have enough time so now, as a result, he is the middle of the worst tantrum I have ever seen,

If I didn’t know he was a sweet kid, I’d think he was a monster or a demon spawn or something equally bad.

“Thomas?” I try to get his attention.

One glance at my watch and I know that we’re both going to be late this morning.

Thomas looks up at me as if suddenly remembering that I’m even here.

“Yeah?”

“How about we pick you up from school and take you then?”

“What at three?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” and like that, I’ve won the boy over. “Big Sister Ella never comes to get me from school – it’s always Nicola.”

“Who is Nicola?” I ask.

“My childminder. I don’t like her. She smells funny.”

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