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

in the conference room at the end of the bunker’s

at the men who we have brought with us, but honestly I’m proud of them. Many worked through the night to develop our reconnaissance, to make a

were working, losing

allowed to indulge, a little, in some of the privileges of being in charge – even if my constant instinct is to work, and to push, and to keep going. Ella and Rafe need my attention as well, just as much as my business and political life. And, considering what Roger and Cora went through yesterday,

me as he rolls up to my side, his voice quiet enough that no

“What?” I ask, surprised.

little smirk, just for a moment, before placing some paperwork on the table and beginning

clear? I’m your father, boy. We still have a

father’s shoulder, grateful for him. Roger comes over to us and gives us a sharp little nod, which we

movements we all have in common. My dad

little out of the loop, but I shake my head at

and he just shrugs it off, leaning in front of me to look

came up

when Cora and Ella come through

off the baby to anyone who

little cups of

eyes wide

and our mates, trying to

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

disturbed that I don’t, I

his hand down his face swiftly in

going to forgive you for this, since you’ve been a

into

significant look and I shut

my chest

I love her, but you

but he continues speaking,

–

not calling your judgement into doubt – but I have had the privilege of getting to know both Ella and Cora without being in love

raise my eyebrow at Roger, but he ignores

can do when they combine their powers. You have a sweet