Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 343-Sinclair and I wake up late the next morning and frankly I’m grateful that everyone let us sleep in. We had to get up to feed Rafe, of course, but even with that? It’s the most sleep I’ve gotten in a long time.

“Morning,” I murmur, turning over to Sinclair and slinging a leg up over his hip, feeling just… ridiculously relaxed for someone who fought off a pack of kidnappers in her bedroom yesterday.

Sinclair doesn’t say anything, just growls a hungry little greeting and pulls my naked body closer to his, rolling over me a little so that I can feel the delicious weight of him on top of me as he kisses my neck, my shoulder, and then my mouth. “We’re skipping breakfast,” he murmurs, sliding his hand leisurely down the length of my body, “I have different idea for how we can spend

the time

”

“Noooo,” I moan in protest, my stomach audibly growling in support. “I need fooooood!”

Sinclair laughs and pulls away from me then. “Am I not sustenance enough for you?” he asks

pretending to be offended. “Here,” he says, offering his arm, bulging with muscles, “take a bite. It

will keep you going.”

I bare my teeth and lean forward towards it, making my mate laugh, but then I just press a quick kiss to the arm and push him away, reaching for the baby who is starting to fuss in his cradle at

the sound of our voices.

“As delicious as you are,” I call over my shoulder to Sinclair as I lean down to scoop Rafe into my arms, “the baby and I need pancakes.”

“Then pancakes you shall have,” Sinclair murmurs, yawning and crossing to the little metal

bathroom door in the corner of the room. “But I hope that you are aware that these will be bunker

pancakes,” he adds, twisting the nob and pushing his way through, “by which I mean plain toast.”

I laugh, nodding to indicate that that’s fine by me, and then I spend a few sweet minutes alone

with my son, talking softly to him while I feed him his own breakfast, taking my time looking

over, admiring his little face and his thick thatch of black hair, mussed from sleep.

I sigh a little, thinking that this will surely be a busy, complicated day. But with sweet starts like

it end

Sinclair

later in the morning we gather in the conference room at the end of the

who we have brought with us, but honestly I’m proud of them. Many worked through the

losing sleep, while

my constant instinct is to work, and to push, and to keep going. Ella and Rafe need my

up to my side, his voice quiet enough that no one is likely to

“What?” I ask, surprised.

and beginning to sort through it. “You think I can’t read the emotions on your face, even when

boy. We still have a bond, even if it’s changed with

him. Roger comes over to us and gives us a sharp little nod, which we

movements we all have in common. My dad

out of the loop, but I shake my head at him a little to let

anything big and he just shrugs it off,

up

straight, though, when Cora and Ella come through the door,

everyone they encounter, Ella showing off the baby to anyone

Cora handing out little cups of coffee that

wide as

our mates,

voice tight, “do you not see the issue here?” he gestures

a little disturbed that I

scrubbing his hand down his face swiftly

you for this, since you’ve been a

into your life

I start, but Roger gives me a significant look

over my chest but

“Ella’s amazing, and I love her, but you let

usually right!” I protest, but he continues

–

had the privilege of getting to know both Ella and Cora without being in love with one of them from

at Roger,

can do when they combine their powers. You