Chapter 85
That night Cissy and her beloved had a very romantic meal. It was so scare that they had had an uninterrupted moment when there son was there that for now the novelty of having the house back to them selves was still very much a new thing.
Candles were lit, roasts were cooked, bath water for two was run, and petals were sprinkled over there bed.
"You old romantic." she accused him as he lead her in to there en suite.
"I should think I am." he smirked. He had ever intention of making her feel like a princess.