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 put

looking me over from top to

not far off – but there’s still so much that these men need. Honestly the extent

I hear Roger ask, and then when I look up at him

check in on the baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little sorry as

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

murmurs, opening his eyes and leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. ” Just…let’s not push, all

turn to him fully, peering at some of the red

growl. “Much slower than usual. Like

attention to Roger’s forearms, which were the worst blistered. Slowly, I unwrap the bandage on one and he hisses at the pain of it. I get a brief glimpse of the

As Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on the side of my face, Ella comes over. “Cora,” she whispers,

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 faced. Only the two men

he’s all right,” Ella replies when she pulls away from me. “More his pride hurt than anything, and he’s

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

rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any of the men who are conscious and willing to report what they heard and saw. “He’s sure you’ll get something

compensate our losses,” Roger murmurs, looking around. “We are so…so lucky

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