Next morning Brittany woke up to run to the toilet. Blake woke up when he heard Brittany vomiting. Blake sat on the bed and waited for her to come back.
"Brittany are you okay?"
"Yeah! I think my stomach is upset."
"Do you think it's something from last night?"
"You seem to forget that I was still kidnapped."
"Oh yeah sorry!"
"Hmm!"
"Hey come join me on the bed."
"As long as we just sit."
"Do you want something else to happen?"
"No...I just want to be near you."
"Sure! Come over I feel like I haven't seen you in ages."
She went and sat on the bed. He opened his arms and she stepped inside them. He held her ass they started making conversation.
"Blake do u think that we could be like we used to be?"
"No!"
"Oh!" She said with disappointment in her voice.
"I feel like we could be better than what we were five years ago" she smiled.
"You mean it?"
"Hell yes!"
"You know Blake I wanted to hate you, but I couldn't bring myself to."
"I know you could never hate me. I am to irresistible for you to hate me."
"Blake who wouldn't want to hate you? You have so much arrogance."
"But it's the arrogance that you love."
"Who said that I love arrogance?"
"Me!"
"Which explains exactly how stupid and foolish you are."
"I'm not foolish and I as hell am not stupid."
"But you act like one."
"Brittany you hurting my feelings." He said as he placed his hand on his heart.
"Feeling? I didn't know that you have feelings."
"What? And I thought that a wife is supposed to know everything. I do have feelings, and they are quite plenty."
"You didn't have feelings when we were five."
"What are you talking about? I had feelings since I was born."
"Really? Is that why you snatched my chocolate and ate it right in front of me?"
"You weren't gonna give me so I had to take it."
"By force?"
"Yeah...I mean I has to show that not sharing hurts other people."
"Why should I have shared with you when you ate yours and didn't share with me?"
"You knew that loved chocolate."
"So did I hate chocolate."
"No...but I had a sweet tooth."
"And I didn't?"
"You forget about the time you had snatched my ice cream and ate it."
"Well you weren't eating it and it would have melted if you kept it."
"Who's fault was that?"
"Definitely not mine."
"If I remembered correctly it was your fault."
"No it wasn't."
"Yes it was!"
"No it wasn't!"
"Yes it was!"
"No it wasn't!"
"Yes it was!"
"No it wasn't!"
"Yes it was!"
"No it wasn't, it really wasn't! "
"Well there has to be someone to blame."
"Let's blame it on the ice cream man."
"You right! It was his fault!"
"No it wasn't, you and I both know that he Gabe is the ice cream and left."
"Now I remember, it was indeed your fault."
"No it wasn't, stop trying to blame me."
"Yes it was! You made laugh so hard that I even forgot that I had ice cream in my hand."
"Oh...you remembered huh."
"Why wouldn't I? Oh" he said and he realised.
"So you were trying to blame me so you could escape your punishment."
"Punishment! What punishment?"
"Oh I could think of a few." He said as he buried his head in the hook of her neck. He placed a kiss and she shivered.
She ran her hands through his hair.
"Blake..." She whispered as he started to trail kisses down her neck.
She wrapped her hands around his neck, when he wrapped his hand around her waist to pull her closer, she groaned in pain. He then realised about the whipping marks that she still had.
"I'm so sorry Brittany I forgot."
"It's fine, you can continue."
"I don't want to hurt you, so let's rather wait until you are completely healed."
"But..."
"Shhhh...patients."
"You know that is something that I lack."
"That is true. Let's go get breakfast, oh and the doctor said if you want marks to heal fast, then you need to dink lots of water."
"Well then what are we waiting for? Let's go, I want this marks to be gone by the end of the week."
He chuckled at her impatience, they made their way down stairs. It was around 11:00, Blake quickly asked the maids to bring in the food.
When the maids brought the food, they gave Blake a full English breakfast while they gave Brittany soup. Brittany looked at the soup and then looked at Blake's plate. Blake felt Brittany's gaze on him. He turned to look at her.
"Is everything alright my love?"
"How can you ask me that? Nothing is alright."
"What's wrong sweetheart?"
"WHAT'S WRONG? Can you see what's in front of me?'
"Yeah, it's soup!"
"Exactly!"
"Is something wrong with the soup?"
"Really? You didn't notice?" She asked with sarcasm in her voice.
"Should I ask the chef to prepare you another soup?"
"Oh for heaven sake."
"Will you just say it?"
"Blake since when is soul considered to be breakfast. No one on this world have soup for breakfast."
"Sick people do!"
"ARE YOU CALLING ME SICK?"
"No my love."
"Then why do I have this nonsense as breakfast."
"The doctor said you must eat something light."
"Well I want better food, ALLY!"
"But Britt the doctor..."
"To heck with that doctor, next time that I see him I will not spare him."
Blake kept his mouth shut, he really felt sorry for the doctor. They were to see him in two days' time, and the doctor will need the heaven to save him from Brittany.
"ALLY!!!" She shouted for the maid to come.
"Yes mam."
"Ask the chef to prepare me proper breakfast? And if I ever see someone serving me soup again, I will not spare that person."
She said before dismissing the maid. The maid nodded and hurried back in the kitchen.
"Ally, what was all that about?" One of the maid asked.
"Well you see Brittany wants proper breakfast." Ally answered back.
"What about what the doctor said?" The maid asked.
"Do you think that there is anyone that will convince her to eat the soup?" Ally asked back.
"What about Blake?" The maid asked.
"By the look Brittany has in the eyes, she won't listen to anyone. Heavens help the doctor!" Ally said.
"Why?" The maid asked.
"I had heard Blake mutter that." Ally said.
"Do you think there was something wrong with the soup?"
"No! I think Brittany hates soup."
"That would explain it."