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BOWDEN'S TEA ROOM AND RESTAURANT.

a part of This Dirty Old Town., by jesuisprest.

Located in Knightsbridge.

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A popular destination for the well-to-do, Bowden's Tea Room and Restaurant attracts those looking for a space to socialise, with good wines, food and treats.

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Elizabeth adored Bowdens; their pastries were a firm favourite of both her and her daughter, Charlotte - especially the eclairs. Often would mother and daughter find themselves seated upon the crimson leather, fine bone china laid out before them upon pristine tablecloths; it was a world away from what she had been use to as a child, yet it was an experience she gifted her daughter with pride and amusement to see Lottie act like such a little lady. Today, however, her retreat to the tea rooms wasn't so much a jolly excursion as it was the desperate attempt to curb some boredom. Only a few weeks prior, Lizzie had discovered that she was once again pregnant. Naturally, the new elated both her and James; Lizzie loved motherhood, there could be no doubt over the devotion she had for her family - but, Elizabeth was not born to be just a housewife and mother. She was an intelligent woman with some genuinely good ideas, she would be a credit to the family business not a hindrance and yet, here she was, reduced to the image of her own mother.

To be perfectly honest, none of that was fair. Alas, pregnancy hormones weren't exactly her friend at this time and often they lead to irrational thoughts and utterances. It didn't take long for the guilt to overwhelm her, however, especially when her frustrations were directed toward her husband. Lizzie had been lucky in love, she had married a man who loved her as fiercely as she loved him; there was no doubt in her mind that James was indeed her soulmate, should you believe in such things. He had never once attempted to hold her back or dominate her - they were equals in everything and Lizzie adored him all the more for it. To some extent, she could understand his reluctance in letting her get more involved within the business; it could be incredibly dangerous and it wasn't just herself that she had to look out for, it was Charlotte and their unborn child too. But Elizabeth needed something - anything to stop her from going stir crazy! Even if it was just the chance to go over their books.

"Mummy, are you listening to me? I asked you a question." Charlotte may have been young, but she knew her own mind and knew how to articulate just exactly what she wanted - in this instance, it was the attention of her far-away mother. Upon hearing her daughters voice, Lizzie shook her grumblings from her thoughts and turned her attentions to her daughter with a sympathetic glimmer. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. What did you ask me?" She responded warmly, reaching over to wipe a bit of chocolate from the corner of the girls mouth. "I was asking about the baby, whether it would be a boy or a girl - I would prefer a sister." Oh how Lizzie was bemused by that. "Would you now? Well, we'll just have to wait and see won't we, darling? But no matter what the baby is going to be, I think you are going to make an excellent big sister. Daddy and I both think so." Charlotte seemed contented by that and returned to her eclair, leaving Lizzie to admire her eldest - she certainly took after them both, a fact which simultaneously filled her with both pride and dread. Heaven know what she would be like in her teenage years; she would be a trouble maker, Lizzie could sense it.

Lifting the ornate teapot, the brunette replenished both of their, equally beautiful, tea cups, before adding a little milk and sugar to both. Only then did she note the figure heading towards them, and with a raised brow Lizzie peered down her nose at them, a nasty habit she had whence plagued by a foul mood."Will you be joining us then?"

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James turned his neck from side to side as he drove to Bowden's to meet Elizabeth and Charlotte for lunch. After a frustrating morning at work, he was looking forward to some downtime with his two favorite girls.

The knuckles of his right hand were already bruising slightly. They had a little misunderstanding with one of their delivery men, and naturally, Jimmy had to rough him up a bit. In the Earle family business, there was no room for mistakes. So they had to make sure that they kept their men in line. He would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy the physical aspect of his job. He was a boxer, after all. However, that didn't mean that dealing with these situations was easy for him, they often left him tense and stressed out. That was why he was happy to have the much needed break.

Parking his car and entering the restaurant James began to wonder if Elizabeth was still mad at him. Before he went to work this morning, they had gotten into an argument. The exact same argument they have been having since they found out that she was pregnant again. She wanted to do more with the business, and he wasn't having it.

James had never held her back from doing what she wanted. She was a strong and highly capable woman, but the family business was dangerous. Honestly, he didn't want her to have any part in it before her pregnancy and now that she was carrying his unborn child, he was putting his foot down. The safety of his family was his number one priority, and he wouldn't put his wife in harms way.

The problem is that Elizabeth was just as stubborn as he was and she would not let it go. He loved the woman more than life itself, but damn did she know how to push his buttons. Despite his slight irritation with her, Jimmy had picked up a bouquet of flowers for her before coming to meet her as well as a box of Charlotte's favorite chocolates. His anger never lasted long where Lizzie was concerned and admittedly, she had him wrapped around her finger. Now he had to suck up to her and hope that she had forgotten about their spat this morning.

Upon spotting the two of them, he walked towards the table with a bright smile on his face, holding the gifts behind his back. "Will you be joining us then?" The nasty tone that his wife had greeted him with, stopped him dead in his tracks. She had not forgotten.

After handing the chocolates to a very delighted Charlotte, he looked to her mother. "C'mon Lizzie, don't tell me you're still cross with me. You know how I hate it when we fight." Getting down on one knee, he presented the flowers to her with a lopsided smile. "Forgive me?" To help his case, he pressed his lips to her cheek and traced a path of kisses to her ear. "Don't make me beg." He whispered huskily.

Moving his head back to look at her directly, he tried to gauge her reaction. With Lizzie, it was impossible to know what she was thinking.

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Elizabeth watched her husband with a cool air of indifference, at least, such was the emotion her stern countenance portrayed. Despite the warmth that swelled her heart, watching father and daughter Elizabeth would not allow her poker face to show even the glimmer of a fracture; she was too proud or stubborn (dependant on ones view point) to allow such sentiments from getting in the way of what she wanted - more responsibility, and not even the beautiful bouquet of her favourite posies could sway her. One thing that did come close, however, was that stupid lopsided simper of his and the flurry of kisses pressed along her sculptured jaw.

"C'mon Lizzie, don't tell me you're still cross with me. You know how I hate it when we fight." Frankly, she hated it too and yet their similar temperaments often laid the groundworks for a spectacular argument - it was partly one of the reasons why their relationship held such intensity."Forgive me? ...Don't make me beg." Her brow piqued at that and her crimson nails, ceased their repetitive pattern upon the table as she turned slightly in her seat and gazed down at him. "Perhaps I shall make you beg." She paused, her gaze searching his own before the ghost of a smirk tugged upon her lips. Leaning down, Lizzie placed a lingering kiss upon his cheek before whispering,"...later, on your knees." As the brunette pulled away, her countenance had brightened tenfold, an easy smile now steadfast upon her features. Half the fun of fighting with Jimmy was making up with him, whether that be in the privacy of their bedroom or the car...even a closet from time to time. She shifted along, making room for him in the booth and although she highly doubted for one moment that this was the final nail within the coffin of the argument, she was willing to let is settle in favour of luncheon with her favourite people.

Her hand slipped into his and with a gentle squeeze, her other brought the bouquet upwards so that she could savour the aroma."Thank you for my flowers, darling, they're beautiful." A kiss was placed to his freshly shaven cheek as she leant into his embrace, before her gaze slipped towards their daughter."What do you say to your father, Lottie?" The young girl looked up from the box, beaming brightly as she slipped from her seat and clambered up onto her father's lap; small arms flung around his neck tightly. "Thank you daddy, they're my favourite. Although, you didn't have too, I wasn't mad at you, only mummy was."

Elizabeth smoothed down Charlottes curls with gentle strokes and gave a gentle chuckle,"That's because you're daddy's special girl, my love." She spoke fondly whilst reaching for her cup and saucer."How was your morning, love?"