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

hear more about how you caught him in the air with

a mark on him,

smug shrug that makes me laugh

he continues.

okay,” I say, raising my eyebrows

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

arriving at the clinic, terribly battered needing quite a bite of

a long story,” I say with a sigh, but they’re both fine

way,” I add, giving him a little push on the

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

going on with you?”

think I knew that,” he murmurs, rolling his

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

the tiny bed with

asleep for three

eyebrows in

the gift?”

him carefully. “I patched you

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

you’re very heavy -“I inform him,

laugh.

mate asks me, smiling

say, ”

here, letting the worry of the past three days creep my face

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

still been bound…” into

his head then and pulls me close so

it can be, my head tucked neatly under his

thank you. I’m so grateful. You’re a

I say quietly, my voice shaking a little as

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

our lives

can feel him nodding, agreeing with me.

worth it.

like this. Peace, now.

hell that he means it

world. My mate, my baby, and

says. “I swear it,

I say, clenching my jaw shut against

to believe him

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

to be tied up.

me tight when we hear the soft

lift my head a little, peering over

peering through. the dim light of the room at us.

the

say,

and then blinks in surprise at Sinclair. “Is

calling for him in the dream finally

happily as I lean forward and smile at my

works to sit up behind

mate murmurs, looking a

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

my mate a smirking little glare

end of

though I…don’t think he liked it

pass and takes