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

caught him in

mark on him, Dominic –

he says with a smug shrug

then he

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

the gift on Cora, patching her up, and

battered needing

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

a little push on the shoulder, wondering

he asked about. “Seriously? Not curious

going on with you?”

knew that,” he murmurs, rolling his shoulders a

or at least as much as

the tiny bed with

for three whole

asks, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “But

the gift?”

say quietly, watching him carefully. “I patched you up

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

-“I inform him, giving him a little glare

laugh.

my mate asks

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

of the

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

still been bound…” into

pulls me close so that my body is

can be, my head tucked neatly under his

thank you. I’m so grateful. You’re a

my voice

can’t keep doing this – living like this. We

our lives – I don’t want to

can feel

it’s not worth it. I can’t keep putting my

this. Peace, now.

I sigh, hoping to hell that he means it –

world. My

he says. “I swear it,

I say, clenching my jaw shut

want to believe

I also know that this isn’t finished.

to be tied up.

we hear the soft creak of the door

I lift my head a little, peering over Sinclair’s arm. I smile when

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

drawn the blinds

say, working to

in surprise at Sinclair. “Is he up?” Hank

him in the dream

say, nodding happily as I lean forward and smile

works to sit up behind

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

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

says, shooting my mate a smirking

chart off of the end of the bed, flipping

think he liked it very much. How

lets the awkwardness pass and takes a deep breath, stretching