Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 354-Ella

“Um, excuse me,” Roger says, and Sinclair and I – mutually surprised snap our attention to him. ” Obviously,” he says, pointing a slow hand between the air between him and his brother, “the question of why the Sinclair blood was desired is the only one with the clear answer – ”

“Oh my god, Roger,” Sinclair murmurs, leaning back in his chair and raising a hand to cover his face, exhausted.

“The quality of these genetics,” Roger continues, grinning, “I mean, who wouldn’t want these babies -”

“Not me, anymore,” Cora quips, folding her arms over her chest and smirking at Roger with a raised brow.” Baby for sale! Highest bidder!”

“You’re worth millions,” Roger whispers towards Cora’s stomach, leaning his head low to pretend to speak to the baby. “Don’t let them undersell you -”

“Enough,” Sinclair snaps, though he does it half-heartedly. I can’t help but laugh a little, and honestly, when I consider it, I can’t disagree. I look at the proof still curled up in Sinclair’s arms.

“We did make a stone-cold cutie,” I say, leaning over to run a fond finger down my baby’s belly. “If mean Uncle Xandy was going for good looks, he certainly picked the right stud.”

Sinclair pulls his hand away from his face and shakes his head a little at me, as if he can’t believe that I, too, am making jokes at this time. But I smile up at him and shrug one shoulder. If we can’t laugh, what the hell are we doing in this life? And then I send a little pulse of love down the bond, letting Sinclair know that I appreciate him and. am taking it seriously.

I just also need…well, a little bit of lightness, sometimes, to balance all of the horrible things that have happened on the way to bringing our wonderful baby into the world. Sinclair nods, understanding, and sends me his own pulse of love right back.

It was by chance that Dominic was in the

my mate and my baby. “I can’t imagine….if I had just gone through this thinking I was a human, giving birth to a twelve- pound baby before six months had passed…and then, so

to brush his knuckles against my cheek. “There’s no way I wouldn’t have. This was meant to be. The Goddess had her hand in it

him. “But… if that was

“It would have

the rationale for choosing a powerful werewolf like Sinclair?” she asks. “I mean, why not

dual claim to the throne. That Xander was betting that Dominic would beat

contest,” I finish, fascinated by the depths to which my uncle had – apparently

little. He then looks at Sinclair, a little apologetic. “I wouldn’t be surprised, Dominic, if he even had a hand in your inability to have children with Lydia. I don’t know quite how he would have managed that, but clearly you are capable of fathering children…” he shrugs, sighing

chair, shaking my head

to each of us in turn, “that we all realize that this is a theoretical explanation. We only have a very little bit of evidence that Xander is himself involved. And while I admit

I look around. “Do you think we’ll be able to get more evidence

that we know where Xander is located, we can refocus our attacks from his priests to him,

a little at this. “I imagine,” I say softly, “that

my gaze. “We need to be better prepared. But unfortunately, we

– in all of the world – is for Roger and Sinclair to go darting