Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 385-Long Miles

I gasp a few hours later when I see the gigantic RV that rolls up out front of the

clinic.

“Seriously?” Hanks says, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at it,

somewhere between impressed and revolted by the extravagance. “The gas

mileage on that thing must be horrible

“Ohhh,” I say, laughing and swatting him on the arm with one hand, the other

holding Rafe’s carrier where he’s already bundled and ready. “Don’t spoil my

fun, Hank – you’re just jealous because you’re not coming.”

“Yes,” Hank murmurs, giving me a good-natured side eye. “Yes, there’s

absolutely nothing I want more in the world than to be cooped up in a tin can

with Roger and Cora for forty-eight hours. You’re right.”

I laugh when I consider this point, stepping closer to Hank and wrapping him in

a one-armed hug that he’d probably rather avoid. But we’ve grown a lot closer in

the past few days, working together, and well? If he’s going to be my friend, then

he’s going to have to get used to a great deal of affection.

“You’ll be all right here when we’re gone?” I ask, pulling away.

“Ah, don’t worry about me,” Hank says with a little smirk and a shrug. You guys

have bigger things on your plate.”

“When I come back,” I say, looking at him seriously now, hoping he understands

how much he means to me – to all of us. “We’re going to do big things, okay?

Help a lot of people. With the gift, and with your skills.”

“That’s all I want, Ella,” Hank says seriously, giving me a nod and a little smile

that’s likely the most emotion I’m going to see from him anytime soon. But then

his eyes drift to Cora and Roger who come through the door of the clinic and I

know…well, I know that what Hank says about this being all he wants is a little

bit of a lie. And my heart aches for him because I know now, for sure, that he’ll

never get it.

I purse my lips a little, trying not to let him see me pity him. But he catches me in

the act.

“Don’t,” Hank sighs, shaking his head at me. “I’m good, Ella. I really am.”

“I know,” I say, putting a hand out to his shoulder. He gives me a sad little smirk

before turning back into the clinic – intent, clearly, on busying his mind so that

he doesn’t have to think about her. Cora and Roger call brief goodbyes to Hank

before coming to my side to admire the RV.

“It’s huge,” Cora says, her eyes wide.

“It’s not so big,” Roger says with a shrug. But Cora and I both roll our eyes at

him as Sinclair parks the vehicle and climbs out of the driver’s seat. Cora and I

didn’t grow up with much as kids, and we’ve certainly never been on a vacation

like this – with a whole fancy vehicle reserved just for us.

I

Sinclair asks, opening the door to the living compartment

little metal platform

that Henry can wheel onto

taking Cora’s hand and pulling her with

beds? Is there a kitchen? How

laughs at me, shaking his head as

Ella,” he says, nodding towards the door

stairs. “Explore. Let

as my mate suggests, hurrying up the steps and

again as I look around. It’s absolutely gorgeous inside,

is so

Cora says, her eyes as wide as mine as she climbs in after

is…amazing.”

sister comes with me as we wander around the space, admiring

kitchenette with its white leather table space, the little living area

after that, the adorable, cleverly designed bathroom that

allotted to it. But I really gasp when I

in

king-sized bed, and plush

say, quickly unbuckling Rafe from his carrier and groaning

as comfortable as it

beds – ”

Cora says, smirking at me from the doorway.

you’re doing?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

she says, her wicked

and then I groan as I

Roger. “Well then where do I

Sinclair says, appearing in the

me and

dad will

head back and

Roger? I won’t take up much space

the

Roger declares, pushing past Sinclair

and

had access to any of our possession since

on the ground and snaps his fingers

Ella. That’s

need it,” I whine,

Cora says, unable to keep the mischief out of her

serious. “I’m pregnant. I

at her for playing the pregnancy

growl, making them all laugh as I huff

better be comfortable,” I say to my mate as I

him.

for a Queen,” he says, following me back into the main living area of the

Roger and Cora a

already settled himself at the

a space where the passenger seat

back to a set of

vehicle and how cleverly it’s been made accessible

in a wheelchair.

Sinclair says, wrapping an arm around

my arms and

bright lights.

a big smile. “How long

to get there? To

sometime tomorrow,” Henry calls over his shoulder

agreement. “Oh,” I say with surprise. “So where will

tonight?”

campground somewhere,” Sinclair says with a shrug. “We have to

the adventure, and part of

for people to know where

out the windows. “That we’ll be

finger beneath my chin and turning

Ella,” he says softly. “You can

me… let me give this to you, as well as

a soft smile finds my face as I realize that Sinclair’s