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.

incredibly excited I can barely contain

the door to

button that activates a little

so that Henry

Cora’s hand and pulling her

Are there enough beds? Is there a

shaking his head as

Ella,” he says, nodding towards the door with the short

“Explore. Let yourself be

suggests, hurrying up the steps and

I look around. It’s absolutely

is so shiny

as wide as mine

is…amazing.”

with me as we wander

its white leather table space, the little living

cleverly designed bathroom that makes the

minimal space allotted to it. But I really gasp when

away in the

bed,

unbuckling Rafe from his carrier

bed which is as comfortable as

beds – ”

Ella,” Cora says, smirking at me from the doorway. “What

you’re doing?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

bed,” she says, her wicked

groan as I remember Sinclair’s promise

Roger. “Well then where

there,” Sinclair says, appearing in the doorway behind Cora.

and you,

dad will

tossing my head back and settling deeper

sleep in here with Cora and Roger? I

the

pushing past

with his and Cora’s

access to any of our possession since we left the bunker.

the bags on the ground and snaps

“Up, Ella.

it,” I

unable to keep the mischief

serious. “I’m pregnant. I need

glaring at her for

I

this queen-sized bed better be comfortable,” I say to my mate as I

him.

for a Queen,” he says, following me back

Roger and

surprise, Henry has already settled himself at the front of the

where the passenger seat should be.

before turning back to a set of maps.

how cleverly it’s been made

in a wheelchair.

Sinclair says, wrapping an arm around my shoulder

Rafe, still in my arms and looking happily around at all of

bright lights.

I give him a big smile. “How long do

get there?

tomorrow,” Henry calls over

nods in agreement. “Oh,” I say with surprise.

tonight?”

Sinclair says with a

we get. It’s part of the adventure, and

know where we’ll

I say, glancing out the windows. “That we’ll

says, placing a finger beneath my chin and turning my face back

Ella,” he says softly. “You can relax.

me… let me give this to you, as

face as I realize