Laura. *Three Weeks Later*“No, Natasha. Bring it over here.” I wave at Natasha, who's setting Michael's breakfast at the head table, gesturing for her to bring it over to me. She flashes her teeth at me with a smile. “I still need to feed him.” “Yes, ma'am.” Natasha complies, bringing the plate filled with baked beans, sausages, eggs, and mushrooms to me. She's yet to serve mine, but I dismiss her from doing so. Michael and I will eat from the same plate. This has been our tradition for the past three weeks, given his condition. His wound is slowly healing, but his hand is still in a sling. Although Michael, being a stubborn man, sometimes refuses to put the sling on his arm, claiming it's not hurting anymore. I know why he's doing that. He doesn't want his men to assume he's weak, hence the overbearing and strong facade he puts on. Well, I just let him do his thing sometimes, but on the days I notice the pain is getting out of hand, I force him to wear the sling. It's not yet
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