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…”

I say, unable to keep the little smile from my mouth. ” Though

about how you caught him in the air

a mark on

smug shrug that makes me

he

my eyebrows with the

Cora, patching her up, and then the

arriving at the clinic, terribly battered needing quite

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

giving him a little push on

he asked about. “Seriously? Not

going on with you?”

he

glancing down at himself, or at

tiny bed with me.

for three whole days,

raising his eyebrows in surprise.

the gift?”

quietly, watching him

when we got to you, and then Hank and Roger helped me get

him, giving him a little

laugh.

why was I asleep?” my mate asks me,

” but I can’t

the worry of the past three days creep my face

was really bad, Dominic. If I hadn’t been there, if

still been bound…” into

head then and pulls me close

can be, my head tucked neatly under his chin. “You saved

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

say quietly, my voice

can’t keep doing this –

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

replies, and I can feel him nodding, agreeing with me. “I’m so

You’re right it’s not worth it. I can’t keep putting

line like this. Peace, now.

that he means it – because that’s. all

in the world. My mate, my baby, and

says.

say, clenching my jaw shut against the hope that blooms

to believe him

finished. That

to be tied up.

me tight when we hear the soft creak of

a little, peering over Sinclair’s arm. I

room at us. It’s late in the evening,

drawn the

I say, working to

in surprise at Sinclair. “Is

in the dream

I lean forward and smile

to sit up

mate murmurs, looking a little ruefully at him, which makes

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

Hank says, shooting my mate a

off of the end of the bed, flipping through it.

liked it very much. How

awkwardness pass and takes