Accidental Surrogate

Ella

The next morning I’m up and dressed early, eagerly glancing towards the door every few minutes because I know Cora is coming to see me. It’s a social visit as well as a medical one–I run my hand over my belly, eager to hear what she has to say about Rafe’s growth and progress.

A hear someone at the door of my bedroom and I gasp, spinning towards it. But I just scowl when I see that it’s Sinclair standing there, smiling at me, and not my sister. He bursts out laughing when he sees my disappointment

“Really?” he asks, pretending to be hurt as I pick up the television remote and start to flick through the channels. “Days ago you were desperate to see me – have I fallen out of favor so fast?”

“No,” I sigh, looking up at him apologetically. He gives me a warm smile, his eyes flicking over me, making sure I’m okay. “I just can’t wait to see her. And she was telling me some really weird things about her and Roger – actually, has he said anything

Sinclair holds up a hand to me, stopping me and glancing down the hall to where someone is climbing the steps.

“Cora!” I cry, throwing my legs off of the bed and working to hoist myself up. Sinclair moves aside and I see Hank and Cora at the door.

“No no –” Doctor Hank says, putting out a hand towards me, palm out. “Stay in bed, Ella – no need to get up. We’ll come to you.”

I frown at him (for more reasons than one) but stay on my bed Luckily, Cora gives a little shriek of joy and throws herself into my arms, where I get to wrap her up tight. I laugh and tell my sister how glad I am to see her while Hank, also smiling, places his bag on my side table and starts to unpack it.

Cora asks, pulling back from me and putting a

at my stomach. “He’s just swimming around

to kick,” Cora wonders, frowning and probing my belly. “You’re only

around his neck and giving me a smile. “It’s easy to get the

few weeks ago, in the desert would have sworn it. But now it feels like more? I don’t know.

here,” Hank murmurs, leaning forward and pressing the stethoscope to my back to listen to my heart

at Sinclair, still standing in the door. My checkup takes a while, with Doctor Hank focusing on my general health and then Cora performing a check on the baby. She even

spending most of my time in bed, really just doing nothing but getting fat on all the snacks Rafe demands and

to grow

finishing up the ultrasound and pressing “print” on the little machine so that we can have a picture of it “From my end, everything looks great.” She gives me a

as well,” Hank says, smiling at me and crossing his arms. “Overall, Ella, you’re doing wonderfully, all things considered. But I have to remind you that you’re still quite fragile, medically, even if you are feeling better. The orders still

lifts to hear that the baby and I are healthy, I scowl when I hear about more bedrest. I think, deep down, I was hoping that I’d be miraculously healed and able to be up and

who are protesting against giving in so easily, and Sinclair as initiated the start of peace talks between our two peoples. Still, there are so many on both sides

Cora asks, looking at

her and Hank. “But thank you – I understand that I can’t. It’s all for the best, and I can learn to be patient. Will you tell me, though?” I beg, looking up at the doctor who saved my life “When I can get up, or do

He gives me a nod and

me, though, by reaching a hand out to Cora next. “Cora,” he says, “I’ll see you

watch Cora take his hand and give him a tentative little smile, accompanied by a blush. A blush. I can’t help my mouth from falling open a little. “Yes,” she says,