Bonus Chapter One:

Violet had spent the last three days sitting on the couch, bored to death, with many more days of recovery to look forward too. So much had happened in the past week. Cooper had discovered her and Charlotte's not so secret relationship and shunned them. She had gotten into an accident, survived surgery and Cooper had realized that ignoring his best friend was about the dumbest thing he had ever done.

So now she was lying on the couch, listening to Charlotte bustle around in the kitchen. Charlotte had been devoted to her, night and day, taking care of all her needs. In all honesty she liked the special treatment and the way Charlotte would dote on her.

The doorbell rang and she could hear Charlotte scurrying to answer the door. Their guest turned out to be none other than Cooper.

The blonde led him to Violet and then left to return to the kitchen.

"Hey Vi. How are you feeling?"

"Bored," she said candidly. "Did you bring any movies?"

He grinned. "I hope you're ready to laugh," he said while holding up a few DVDs.

She smiled and pointed to the DVD player. "Put one in. I need some entertainment."

Cooper raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Isn't that Charlotte's job? You know she makes very hot catholic schoolgirl. Short plaid skirt, breast baring blouse and a lollipop. I bet she'd even let you lick-."

"Finish that sentence and I'll show you where I'll shove that lollipop," Charlotte threatened from the doorway. Apparently the blonde had been listening. Charlotte turned away from Cooper and focused her attention on Violet. "Do you have a strainer?"

"Second cabinet. Bottom shelf."

The blonde gave her a curt nod before marching back into the kitchen.

Cooper turned to her and gave her a quizzical look. "Is Charlotte cooking?"

"Yes."

"You know she can't cook, right?" He pointed out.

"I know."

Cooper stood and surveyed the room, frowning a little as he did. "It's kind of clean in here."

"Hey!" she protested. "I clean."

"Sure, you do. I'm guessing this is Charlotte's doing. When did she become such a happy little homemaker?" He laughed. "I can't believe you domesticated Charlotte King."

She crossed her arms carefully, but stubbornly. "I did not domesticate her."

"Cooking? Cleaning? These are not things that Charlotte does willingly."

There was a loud metallic bang from the kitchen followed by a slew of heavily accented curse words. The blonde's accent was always stronger when she swore.

"She's not domesticated," she insisted.

Cooper gave her a doubtful look and continued fiddling with the DVD player. "It's probably the lack of sex," Cooper said minutes later.

"What?"

"Charlotte needs sex on a regular basis. I think she's replacing sex with housework."

The door to the kitchen slammed open and they both turned to see the Charlotte with the house phone in her hand. "I ordered pizza," the blonde announced.

Cooper started to laugh, but Charlotte fixed him with a glare that would scare anyone. When Cooper was effectively silenced the blonde went on to fold a blanket Violet had pushed off the couch earlier.

"Housework," Cooper whispered.

Charlotte snapped her head around and glowered at him. "What was that?" Charlotte growled.

"Cooper has a theory," Violet piped up. She grinned evilly, as she watched Cooper squirm. Watching those two was definitely entertaining.

"No, I don't," Cooper said quickly.

"Yes, he does. Go ahead, tell her Coop," she jeered.

"Yeah, go ahead and tell me Coop," the blonde said, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.

"You've been domesticated Charlotte," he informed. "And you're replacing sex with housework."

Charlotte looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Domesticated? You know just because Violet's bedridden doesn't mean I'm replacing sex with domestic chores. Violet can still give me a hand everyone once in a while."

Cooper blushed. "Too much information Charlotte."

The blonde smirked. "Just setting the record straight."