Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 350

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 350-Cora

It’s hours, hours later when I finally have a moment to step back and breathe. And when I do, I feel my head spin and stumble back a step or two. Roger is there, instantly, his hand on my back.

“Cora,” he says, pulling me closer to him, tilting up my face so that he can study me. “Are you all right? You’re – ”

“I’m fine,” I mutter, frustrated, trying to push away and get back to work. I have a moment to breathe, but honestly there’s so much more that – needs to be done for these men –

“No,” Roger says, stubborn. “You’re pushing yourself too far – you’re pregnant, Cora -”

“Roger,” I sigh, turning to glare at him in earnest now and putting a hand on his chest. “This cannot be the refrain that I hear for the next nine – or six or however many months, all right? I am not going to stop doing my job-stop healing people – just because I’m pregnant.”

I hear Roger begin to growl in protest but I lock my teeth together, staring up at him, hard. And, slowly, I see him start to relent, to remember the person who he chose as his mate.

“This is my life, Roger,” I whisper, ” my identity. I’m a doctor – I made an oath! I’m going to help them.”

“All right,” he replies, taking a step back. “But Cora, please -”

nodding and starting to look around the room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop before I’m totally exhausted. I won’t

now?” he asks, looking me over from top to bottom, his eyes pausing

with myself. Honestly, I’m not far off – but there’s still so much that these men need. Honestly the extent of the burns that they came in with

look up at him again I feel him place his

in on the baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little sorry as I see that it’s hard for him. I remember

more connection with the baby when he’s touching me and when he concentrates, but…I do wish it was easier for him. I want him to have the full fatherhood experience, with all of its blessings. And it breaks my heart that my body – my humanness has taken a little of

murmurs, opening his eyes and leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. ”

at some of the red skin on his face. “How is

murmurs, his voice not much more than a growl. “Much slower than usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt us

brief glimpse of

sweet, concerned hand on the side of my face, Ella comes over. “Cora,” she whispers, glancing around

“How is Sinclair?” I ask, looking to the corner of the room where her mate naps lightly, Rafe secure in his arms even as he sleeps. Sinclair’s burns were worse than Rogers, but likewise superficial compared to some that their men

right,” Ella replies when she pulls away from me. “More his pride hurt than anything, and he’s frustrated,” she says, giving a chagrined little smile to Roger. “I know you

Roger murmurs, shaking his head. “And he burned all of his supplies on his way

speaking kindly to any of the men who are conscious

Roger murmurs, looking around. “We are so…so lucky that everyone came

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