Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 311: Cora at Home 

Cora

When I wake up it’s almost eight at night and I groan, realizing that my sleep schedule is

completely wrecked. I’m reminded, suddenly, of my years as a medical resident when this sort of thing was normal – sleeping all day, taking night shifts, living moment to moment rather than a steady, scheduled life.

And quite frankly, right now? That sounds really wonderful, compared against a whole night of empty hours in which I have nothing to do but… think.

Think about what I’m doing in my life, think about my career which has gone in a really weird direction, think about my relationship…s.

About a certain kiss in the woods.

About a sweet doctor who, apparently, wants to build a life with me.

I sigh and sit up, looking around at my sterile little apartment. I never really decorated, I realize as

I look around at the grey and beige furniture, the simple linens, the charmless curtains. Everything is functional and high quality but none of it is… me?

Or is it?

I frown at my space, thinking of Ella’s sweet home that – even though Sinclair picked out most of the furniture before she moved in – still sings Ella Ella Ella in every corner. It’s warm and sweet

and comfortable. What does my space say about me?

I mean, I’m an orphan – I never had any possessions or any control over the environments in

which I lived, so where would I have learned to decorate? I never had a mother to show me how

So where did Ella…

my eyes at myself, sick, again, of being jealous

love her so, so much – and I’m so happy she has what she wants in her life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it makes me realize how unhappy I

I see is one of those relationships

Hey, Cora – how did the

You

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Hey, send me a text when you get up – I know

from you.

and click through the rest of my

nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take a deep breath and check my email, another message from Hank

mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m outside. Can you let me in?

your apartment door…

see that. Hank. He’s being

might have passed between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a man standing outside my

I jump out of my

it, I yank it

a little, his eyes going wide, accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little mail table I keep outside my door.

too cheerful. “I’m so sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up –

me his rare, warm smile. “I get it – you

my door frame and gesturing towards my little

he says, his lips turning up a bit at the corner. “That sounds great,

eating right out of the containers with the supplied chopsticks, Hank tells me all about his day. He held down the fort at the little free clinic we both work at, seeing both prospective mothers as well as general ailments from humans and wolves who currently don’t have access

he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair –

feel something twist in my stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the couch and kiss

he asks, making me blink and focus on him.

myself and forcing myself to listen to his words. Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say,

my hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if

to be more involved in the clinic,” I respond instantly, looking down at my chicken with broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she really be helpful there? I think that she would do anything – but

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