Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen
Ring on my finger
~Ethan~
"Ethan, I'm not an invalid. You know fully capable of doing this on my own. "
"I know, but let me. "
I gently placed her on the bed, lifting the covers and laying them over her, but not completely. I lifted the little breakfast table and placed it over her. Lifting the spoonful of oats drenched with milk as she had requested, I placed it at the entrance of her mouth.
She had a little pout, but it did little to have me change my mind. She had no idea how cute it made her look instead.
"Say ahhh, "
She flushed pink at the cheeks, lowering her gaze. "Ethan, there's people here. "
I looked around, and indeed, we had company. Simon, my butler, and Margaret my housekeeper and a maid that had carried in my wife's breakfast, stood just a few feet away from our bed, watching on. The three stood like statues, watching us with varied expressions.