Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 378-Rebuild Ella

“Hey, handsome,” I say again, in the real world this time. A little smirk pulls on

my lips as Sinclair’s eyes flutter open. We’re laying pressed quite close together

in the little hospital bed, so I can see every twitch of his eyelash as he begins to

focus on me.

He doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at me while he takes a couple of

deep breaths. And then, quite slowly, he lifts a hand close to my face, sliding the

knuckle of his index finger slowly down the length of my cheek. “Hey, trouble,”

he murmurs, his voice scratchy after so many days of disuse.

I burst into a happy grin, so thrilled to see him awake and aware that I can

barely contain myself. But I force myself to stay still, to not grab him, to…. let

him get used to consciousness again in his battered body..

“Rafe?” he asks, his eyes worried as his memories of his last conscious

moments come back to him.

“He’s fine,” I say softly, gesturing with my chin behind my mate, hoping that he

understands that the baby is here in the room with us, asleep. “He missed you,”

I whisper. “He doesn’t like it when he doesn’t have his dad around to hold him.” I

wrinkle my nose and playfully glare at my mate. “He likes you better.”

A little laugh shudders from Sinclair’s mouth. “Does not,” he murmurs, staring at

me steadily, as if he can’t get enough of the sight of my face. “You feed him, and

sing to him. When you leave the room, he looks for you.”

“Really?” I ask, surprised and pleased. I hadn’t known this before.

“Well, he’s not alone,” Sinclair smirks, shifting forward to press his forehead

against mine, a gesture that makes me grin with pleasure, joy pulsing through

me at a ridiculous rate to have him back. “You’re the center of the world, Ella.

We all turn to you.”

“Good,” I sigh, content. “I like all my boys obsessed with me. Makes it easier to

boss you around.”

Sinclair chuckles a little and then pulls back a bit, frowning. I sigh again, but in

resignation this time because I know our little stolen moment of peace is over

that he needs to know about the world and what’s happened since he’s been

gone from it.

“The priestess?” he asks.

“Dead,” I say solemnly. “Roger killed her the moment after you knocked her

down.”

“And Rafe is…”

totally fine,” I say, unable to keep the

caught him in

on

a smug shrug

he continues.

raising my eyebrows with the pleased

up, and

terribly battered needing quite a bite of

I say with a sigh, but they’re both fine now. And so are you,

little push on the shoulder, wondering why

he asked about. “Seriously?

going on with you?”

that,” he murmurs, rolling his

down at himself, or at least as much as he can

the tiny bed with me. I’m

for

eyebrows in surprise.

the gift?”

I say quietly, watching him carefully.

to you, and then Hank and

him, giving him a

laugh.

mate asks me, smiling a

fix you up,” I say, ” but I can’t make new blood,

I pause here, letting the worry of the past three days creep

was really bad, Dominic. If I hadn’t been there, if I had …if my gift

still been bound…” into

then and pulls me close so that my body is as flush

it can be, my head tucked neatly under his chin. “You saved me, Ella,”

my hair. “I can…never thank you. I’m so grateful. You’re

lose you, Dominic,” I say quietly, my

keep

– and the rest of our lives – I don’t want to do this

he replies, and I can feel

not worth it. I

like this.

promise?” I sigh, hoping to hell that he means

in the world. My mate, my baby,

he says. “I swear

my jaw shut against the hope that blooms

want to believe

know that this isn’t finished. That there are still loose

to be tied up.

when we hear the soft

lift my head a little, peering

room at us. It’s late in the evening,

drawn the blinds closed

Hank,” I say, working

and then blinks in surprise at Sinclair. “Is he up?”

calling for him in

say, nodding happily as I lean forward and smile at my

sit

a little ruefully at him, which

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

fine,” Hank says, shooting my mate a smirking little glare

off of the end of the bed, flipping

liked it very

takes a deep breath,