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door, making Mrs. Brown cringe and damn near made her
whimper, because any chance of stopping this before it got worse
was gone now.
    “Oh, God,” came the soft mumble,
followed by a terrified gasp as Elizabeth, who was probably
surviving on less than an hour of sleep a night, jumped to her
feet, dropped the basket of burnt biscuits to the floor, shoved her
messy hair back and in the process ended up spreading ash over her
beautiful tangled hair as she raced to the table, grabbed a large
dirty mixing bowl and with a panicked expression on her face, began
making more dough right around the time that the Robert spotted her
and the smile slowly slipped away from his face.
    She opened her mouth to make another
excuse for Elizabeth, to distract him away from the fact that his
wife was beyond exhausted, covered in soot and ash, trembling and
quietly sobbing, because there wasn’t enough lard to make another
batch of biscuits, when she saw all the good humor evaporate from
Robert’s face only to be replaced seconds later by a look that she
prayed that she never saw again, because it was in that instant
that she realized just how dangerous Robert Bradford
was.
    *-*-*-*
    “It’s okay, Robert. Just let
me-”
    “Watch the boys,” Robert said firmly,
shutting the bedroom door behind him and cutting of Mrs. Brown
before she could give him another bullshit excuse.
    “I thought we agreed that there would
be no more secrets,” he murmured softly, kissing Elizabeth’s
forehead as he carefully carried his trembling wife across the
room, berating himself for letting this go on for so
long.
    He’d known that she was overdoing it.
Hell, it was the one thing that they were always arguing about.
He’d tell her that she was overdoing it and she’d tell him the same
thing. He’d threaten to spank her bottom raw if she didn’t slow
down and she’d threaten his balls.
    No matter what he said or did, she
wouldn’t listen to him. If he was going to work himself into
exhaustion to take care of their family, then so was she. She
didn’t understand that he was doing this for them, that he had
absolutely no fucking choice but to take every single job that came
his way no matter how exhausted he was or how much he’d rather be
able to sleep in with his wife in the morning, spend the day
playing with his sons and making them smile, but he
couldn’t.
    When he’d sold his investments, he’d
expected to have to support a wife, maybe a servant or two, but
twins? Christ, he’d never expected to have boys that could eat more
than most grown men. Right now they were fine, he could afford to
keep a roof over their heads, clothes on their backs and their
bellies comfortably full, but he knew that could all change at any
time. If he got hurt or sick, then he wouldn’t be able to provide
for his family and that absolutely terrified him.
    So, he took as many jobs as he could,
pretended that he wasn’t exhausted and saved every penny that he to
make sure that his family would be well taken care of if anything
ever happened to him. It was his job to provide for his family and
to keep them safe, not Elizabeth’s. He wasn’t working day and night
so that she could do that same. He wanted her well taken care of,
happy and able to enjoy herself.
    One of them should be able to, he
thought with a resigned sigh as he gently placed her on the edge of
the bed. Ignoring her muttered protests that everything was fine,
he set about wiping her tears away, pressing a kiss to her
trembling chin as he carefully undressed her. He knew that she was
exhausted when she couldn’t even come up with the energy to argue
with him as he finally slipped her chemise off and gently pulled on
one of his old cotton shirt over her head, her favorite shirt to
sleep in. She did however release an adorable little sniffle that
had him biting back a smile as he pulled the covers back and helped
her crawl between the covers. Before her head hit the pillow, her
eyes were closed and