A servant with less training might have jumped when Elliot shoved his chair back but not Eden. She snapped her mouth shut and pressed her lips into that defiant thin line, her only movement, as he stalked towards her. She contested his gaze as he loomed over her and issued his warnings. She refused, for the moment, to look away but was ultimately forced to keep his gaze when he lifted her chin.
She swallowed and the action felt tense to her with her head tilted back to its breaking point. Her gaze wavered and she looked away as he forced her face away again. She ran her tongue briefly over her lower lip and where he’d touched her as if to taste his bitterness. She brought the lip into her mouth and worried at it with her top teeth while remaining silent for the rest of his tirade.
The child was brought back against her chest and she held it as if shielding the thing from Elliot. His tone of voice was doing nothing for soothing the child, to say the least. Standing slowly, she watched passively as he unbuttoned his shirt. Eden straightened her clothes and knelt down at his feet to retrieve what he had dropped to the floor. She folded the soiled fabric carefully over her forearm as if the garment was destined to be preserved and not discarded and rose again.
The lift of her boots brought her eye to eye with Elliot. The green seemed more electric when he was angry. She trained her gaze away from his eyes and stared at his mouth instead to watch the way it moved to punctuate his displeasure with her. A slight nod of her head to accept his orders. “Yes, of course, Lord Wilder. Forgive me, I spoke out of turn. It won’t happen again.” His anger and his position over her had forced her back into her professional role as his housekeeper.
Feeling that this had been enough to make nice after pushing him, Eden’s voice changed back to its normal timbre. “When did you last sleep, my Lord? You are tired. Let me run a bath for you.” As if their previous disagreement hadn’t existed.
It wasn’t a suggestion. She was telling him he needed to take a bath. Perhaps he would be more amenable to un-silencing the child when he was clean and rested.
Eden clutched the child against her and turned away from Elliot to disappear into his other rooms. The child’s needs would wait until Elliot’s were taken care of. She entered his bathroom adjoining where he slept and turned the tub to full blast on hot with a tiny mixture of cold to mitigate the heat. She shushed the child, who was obviously still upset though unable to vocalize it, with kisses to his forehead while she waited for the tub to fill. She poured mixture of sage, mint, and tea tree oils - her personal favorite - into the tub and set out two fluffy towels for Elliot.
She lingered in the bathroom taken with making a list of things that would be needed for the baby. Formula being the top. The child needed to be fed. Diapers. She’d have to set up a nursery. If Elliot wasn’t keen on undoing the spell he’d put on the child, she wouldn’t know when Ethan cried out for something at night or during the day for that matter. Eden tsked to herself and pressed her lips against the child’s forehead. “What have you done?” She whispered the question meant for no one against Ethan’s skin.
She swallowed and the action felt tense to her with her head tilted back to its breaking point. Her gaze wavered and she looked away as he forced her face away again. She ran her tongue briefly over her lower lip and where he’d touched her as if to taste his bitterness. She brought the lip into her mouth and worried at it with her top teeth while remaining silent for the rest of his tirade.
The child was brought back against her chest and she held it as if shielding the thing from Elliot. His tone of voice was doing nothing for soothing the child, to say the least. Standing slowly, she watched passively as he unbuttoned his shirt. Eden straightened her clothes and knelt down at his feet to retrieve what he had dropped to the floor. She folded the soiled fabric carefully over her forearm as if the garment was destined to be preserved and not discarded and rose again.
The lift of her boots brought her eye to eye with Elliot. The green seemed more electric when he was angry. She trained her gaze away from his eyes and stared at his mouth instead to watch the way it moved to punctuate his displeasure with her. A slight nod of her head to accept his orders. “Yes, of course, Lord Wilder. Forgive me, I spoke out of turn. It won’t happen again.” His anger and his position over her had forced her back into her professional role as his housekeeper.
Feeling that this had been enough to make nice after pushing him, Eden’s voice changed back to its normal timbre. “When did you last sleep, my Lord? You are tired. Let me run a bath for you.” As if their previous disagreement hadn’t existed.
It wasn’t a suggestion. She was telling him he needed to take a bath. Perhaps he would be more amenable to un-silencing the child when he was clean and rested.
Eden clutched the child against her and turned away from Elliot to disappear into his other rooms. The child’s needs would wait until Elliot’s were taken care of. She entered his bathroom adjoining where he slept and turned the tub to full blast on hot with a tiny mixture of cold to mitigate the heat. She shushed the child, who was obviously still upset though unable to vocalize it, with kisses to his forehead while she waited for the tub to fill. She poured mixture of sage, mint, and tea tree oils - her personal favorite - into the tub and set out two fluffy towels for Elliot.
She lingered in the bathroom taken with making a list of things that would be needed for the baby. Formula being the top. The child needed to be fed. Diapers. She’d have to set up a nursery. If Elliot wasn’t keen on undoing the spell he’d put on the child, she wouldn’t know when Ethan cried out for something at night or during the day for that matter. Eden tsked to herself and pressed her lips against the child’s forehead. “What have you done?” She whispered the question meant for no one against Ethan’s skin.
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