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

can it

Sinclair

later in the morning we gather in the conference room at the end of the bunker’s

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

pang of guilt runs through me as I realize that they were working, losing sleep, while I was relaxing and…well,

am. I am 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

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

“What?” I ask, surprised.

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

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

and gives us a sharp little nod,

our bodily movements we all have

asks, a little out of the loop, but I

he just shrugs it off, leaning in

dad came up with

Cora and Ella come through the door,

everyone they encounter, Ella showing off the baby to anyone who wants

handing out little cups of coffee

wide as

our mates,

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

disturbed that I

his face swiftly in a

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

into your

significant look and I

chest

continues, speaking quickly, “Ella’s amazing, and I love her, but you let her get away with things that you wouldn’t let

I protest, but

–

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

my eyebrow at Roger, but he

continues, “I thus am more aware of what they can do when they combine their powers. You have a sweet spot for Ella, you think