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…”

unable to keep the little smile

you caught him in

a mark on him, Dominic

he says with a smug shrug that makes

then he

my eyebrows with the pleased

the gift on Cora, patching her up, and

battered needing quite

but they’re both fine now. And

giving him a little push on the shoulder, wondering why

last that he asked about.

going on with you?”

I think I knew that,” he murmurs,

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

into the tiny bed with me. I’m not in pain

asleep for three whole days,

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

the gift?”

quietly, watching him carefully.

got to you, and then Hank

you’re very heavy -“I inform him, giving him a little glare that makes

laugh.

mate asks

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

worry of the past three days

Dominic. If I hadn’t been there, if I

still been bound…” into

head then and pulls me close

neatly under his chin. “You saved

thank

can’t lose you, Dominic,” I say quietly, my voice shaking

so…so scary. We can’t keep doing

the rest of our lives –

replies, and I can feel

Never again. You’re right it’s not worth it. I

like this. Peace, now.

sigh, hoping to hell that he means it –

world. My mate, my baby,

says. “I swear it,

my jaw shut against the

I want to believe

this isn’t finished. That

to be tied up.

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

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

of the room at us.

the

Hank,” I say, working to sit

blinks in surprise at Sinclair. “Is he

for him in the dream

lean forward and smile at my while

works to sit up

looking a little ruefully at him, which

laugh. “How’s your jaw?”

a smirking little glare as he comes

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

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

takes a deep