Accidental Surrogate

Ella

The morning of the moon ceremony finds me, unsurprisingly, in the kitchen. Eating.

Rafe is with me this time, giggling happily as I dance happily around the room with him, singing about how delicious carrots are as I pour some baby carrots out from their bag onto a plate and begin to munch on them..

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I’m just getting to the part of the song – which I’m making up as I go along about how they’re good for your vision and help you make friends with rabbits when I hear an odd, familiar sound out in the hall.

I gasp, spinning towards the door as the mechanical hum grows louder, and I’m nearly run over when Henry wheels into the room.

“Henry!” I gasp, tears instantly lining my eyes, stumbling in my hurry to hug him close, almost falling into his lap.

“Steady, girl!” Henry laughs, putting out his hands to catch me and help me find my feet, laughing a little. He beams up at me and I’m laughing too, shaking my head at myself as I lean down to give him a proper hug and then a kiss on both cheeks.

“We missed you so much!” I gush, my heart in my throat as I pull away. “I’m so glad you’re home and in time! A miracle!”

“Certainly took some doing,” he says, raising his eyebrows at me. “I rode in a cargo plane to get here – this little man had better impress.” He shifts his gaze, then, to the baby in my arms.

“Oh!” I say, standing up straight and remembering my manners. “Henry, may I please have the pleasure of introducing you to your grandchild?”

“Nothing would give me more joy,” he replies, his own eyes wet now.

Rafe in his grandfather’s arms for the first time, trying hard no to be overwhelmed by the beauty of the moment. “This is Rafe Henry Sinclair,”

Henry,” Henry says, looking up at me, touched, and then down at the baby. “He’s a beauty, Ella. Wonderful.” He shakes his head, staring at my son. Though I’m overwhelmed by the moment, part of me reflects that I’m glad

stairs and look towards the door, smiling

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face. I step back as Henry turns his chair, raising one arm towards his son, the baby still held in the other. Sinclair bends down low to give his father a long, warm hug and I bite my lip to see it. Sinclair never admitted it, but he worried about his father, and missed him. He’s glad, I know, to have him back

kitchen is filled with happy noise for the next few minutes as we all buzz around each other, trying to do nice things for each other

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laugh after a minute, raising

living room, take the baby, and relax. I’ll bring in coffee in a moment.

comply, heading out of the room. A few minutes later I follow them carrying a silver tray heaped with coffee and food. My stomach rumbles as I look down at it all and I roll my eyes at myself. How

looking

room.

the coffee table and sitting close next to Sinclair. “Would you like me to take

quickly, looking up at me. “I mean if it’s all the same to you,

to see the

mate. “You, too, were a little bowling ball when you were born. With the same shock of black

I’m over. We spend a pleasant half hour catching up, with Henry telling us all about the harrows of his travel back to us, how

gasp,

Henry says, looking between us. “It wasn’t a secret,

until we knew for sure,” Sinclair says, smiling at me. “I didn’t want

my eyes filling with tears again at the

at the door. He’s torn, I know, between wanting to spend time with his dad and the duties I know are pressing on him to finish up before the ceremony tonight.

and a smile. “We’re perfectly all right here on

glancing at me

at his son. Then he smiles and pats the