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…”

keep the

to hear more about how you caught him

on

says with a smug shrug

he continues.

okay,” I say, raising my eyebrows with the pleased memory

the gift on Cora, patching her up, and then the slightly worse memory

the clinic, terribly battered needing quite a bite

sigh, but they’re both fine now. And so are you,

him a little push on the shoulder, wondering

the last that he asked about. “Seriously? Not curious at all about

going on with you?”

that,” he murmurs, rolling his shoulders a

down at himself, or at least

into the tiny bed with

for three whole days,

raising his eyebrows in

the gift?”

him carefully. “I patched

and then Hank and Roger helped me

heavy -“I inform him, giving him a little glare that makes

laugh.

was I asleep?” my mate asks me, smiling a little

” but I can’t make new blood, or restore

of the past three days creep my

If I hadn’t been there, if

still been bound…” into

me close so that my body is

tucked neatly under his chin. “You saved

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

say quietly, my voice shaking a little as I

so…so scary. We can’t keep doing this

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

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

You’re right it’s not worth it.

like this.

sigh, hoping to hell that he means it –

the world. My mate, my baby, and

says. “I

clenching my jaw shut against

want to believe

finished. That there

to be tied up.

still holding me tight when we

peering over Sinclair’s arm. I smile

of the room at us. It’s late

the blinds closed

say, working

at me and then blinks in surprise at Sinclair. “Is he

him in the

I lean forward and smile at

sit up

a little ruefully at him, which

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

shooting my mate a smirking little glare as he comes

chart off of the end of the

though I…don’t think he liked it very much.

awkwardness pass and takes a