He raised his eyebrows with a smirk. "Oh yeah?" I nod with a tight lipped smile. He went to start the bath water before walking back in the bedroom. "Go on then. Get in the bath."

I gulped, "It wouldn't be very kind of you to make me walk all the way to the bathroom. Your mother raised you better than that."

"If your perfectly capable of walking I see no reason in carrying you." I fucking hate him sometimes. I stood up off the bed, my knees giving out as soon as I was fully up. He caught me ...