Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 386-The Long…Long Road

Ella

It takes me just a little over an hour to realize that…I hate road trips.

“Oh my god,” I murmur to Cora as the vibrations of the gigantic RV continue to

shake through us, making poor Rafe grumble uncomfortably. “Is it night yet?

Can we stop?”

“You’re being a baby, Ella,” my sister replies, looking up at me with a smirk,

jumping her red king over three of Roger’s black checkers and capturing them.

“It’s fun!”

“You’re only having fun because you’re kicking Roger’s ass for the third time at

that game,” I murmur, sighing as I glance out the window.

“Seriously,” Roger sighs, leaning back against the white leather of the

kitchenette’s booth. “You should quit that, Cora. For Ella’s sake – she’s trying to

enjoy herself.” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, staring at the board.

“Yes,” Cora replies, laughing. “For Ella’s sake, I’ll go easy on you.”

“I just thought it would be prettier,” I sigh, looking out the window at the endless

highway miles. “Like, purple mountains majesty. Fruited plains. Etcetera.”

Instead, it’s just hour after hour of looking at cars, and asphalt, and the sad little

pine scrub that borders the highways.

“Maybe when we get further out,” Cora offers, hopeful. “Nah,” Roger replies,

making his next move on the checker’s board. “After the forest it’s all corn for

days.”

I groan, leaning my head back. “I hate corn.”

“No, you don’t,” Cora chides, instantly making her next move on the board and

capturing two more of Roger’s pieces. He gasps in protest and then slumps

back again.

“How are you doing this,” he murmurs, studying the board. “Are you a witch?”

“Maybe,” she says with a shrug.” Guess we have to ask mom.”

I smile at her then, bouncing my fussy baby in my arms. And I inhale a deep

breath, silently ordering myself to cheer up because even if I decidedly do not

like riding in the RV, I’m still excited to take this trip for my sister, to get her the

answers she so desperately wants.

Eventually Cora and I retire with the baby to the bedroom where Sinclair

not feel the movement of the RV as much. The boys

studying maps and discussing ridiculous things

things. they find endlessly fascinating

Cora and I curl up in

chatting, watching movies, and napping lightly with

baby between us.

a wonderful day in the little sun-soaked room

sister, reconnecting with her

from my life since that terrible day when those

broke through my window.

really over?” I ask her

sink to the horizon.

me what I’m talking about –

she sighs, telling me honestly. “I think…well,

big lives. I think we’re going to have to snatch at moments of

next challenge is always

going to have to fight to make that peace in our lives,

is always going to try to steal

sigh, looking down at my napping baby, trailing a little finger down his

we

mates. We picked this…should we

laughs, and I look up at her in surprise

shaking her

” Cora, I was a nanny – I was ready to

mom, to live quietly alone

a hand at me in dismissal. “That

were always

her head to the side, “but…you were never going to stop

that you ended up being such a

Dominic. He opens a door for you to help thousands when he

that was always

I say, considering what she’s saying. And

always the life I

I

she adds, her voice dropping lower. “I’m

my fated mate,” she says,

ask, my eyes going wide. ” But you’re a

know,” she says, frowning. “But… Ella,

really big. I don’t…know

that.”

mating bond snap into place?” I

turning back to me. “But Roger said it first, when

out in that rainstorm – that day when we had to

motel.”

at her, knowing what happened that day, and she blushes

eyes. But I lean forward eagerly, wanting to

his mate,” Cora replies, giving a little shrug. “But the

Not I choose you as my mate. Just…that

impressed, a little jealous. I have no hesitations about Sinclair

and I know that what’s between

still – it’s an experience

ask him

she says, shrugging

“Why not?”

“I…like the idea. I don’t want him to tell me that

scooching forward on

gasps,