The Maid, The Millionaire And The Baby

Both she and George were chanting, ‘Yum, yum, yum,’ as they entered the kitchen.

Katherine glanced up from where she sat at the table with a glass of iced tea. ‘I expect you’re both hungry.’

‘Ravenous,’ she agreed, pulling a bottle from the bag and setting it in the microwave.

‘Here, give him to me,’ Katherine said when the bottle was ready. ‘I’ll feed him while you eat your sandwich.’

Imogen did as she bid. Maybe little George here could be the icebreaker she needed with her aunt?

They both watched as the baby fed greedily, his eyes closing in bliss. ‘Eat up, Immy, because you’re burping him. I don’t do vomit. Or nappies.’