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

more about how you caught him in the air with your teeth

mark on him,

says with a smug shrug that makes me laugh again.

then he

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

up, and then the slightly

clinic, terribly battered needing quite a

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

a little push on the shoulder, wondering

asked about. “Seriously? Not curious at all

going on with you?”

he murmurs, rolling his shoulders a

down at himself, or at least as

bed with me. I’m

you were asleep for three

he asks, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “But you…healed

the gift?”

watching him carefully. “I patched you up

and then Hank and Roger helped

– you’re very heavy -“I inform him, giving

laugh.

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

” but I can’t make new blood,

worry of the

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

still been bound…” into

his head then and pulls me close so that my body is

it can be, my head tucked neatly under his

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

say quietly, my voice

so…so scary. We can’t keep doing this –

our lives – I don’t want to do this

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

worth it. I can’t keep putting my

like this.

hoping to hell that he

world. My

he says. “I

jaw shut against

want to

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

to be tied up.

is still holding me tight when we hear the soft creak of the door

little, peering over Sinclair’s arm. I

dim light of the room at us. It’s late

drawn the blinds

Hank,” I say, working to sit

and then blinks in surprise at Sinclair.

calling for him in the dream

happily as I lean forward and smile

works to sit up behind me.

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

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

my mate a smirking little

off of the end of

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

the awkwardness pass and takes a deep breath, stretching his