Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 424

Chapter 424 – Run Away Bride

Cora

As Roger drives down the dark highway, I type out a quick message to Ella on my phone: Hey! I’m going to be MIA for a couple of days. Roger and I are taking some time to ourselves. I’m sorry to leave you hanging with all the work we have to do at the camps will you forgive me?

I bite my lip anxiously when I press send and stare at my phone, waiting for the reply.

“Quit that,” Roger says, glancing at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Worrying about it,” he says, giving a little shrug. “She’s not your boss, Cora.”

“Yeah well, Dominic is your boss,” I point out, raising my eyebrows. “Did you even text him?”

“Nah,” he says, grinning broadly. I’ll let Ella break it to him and just face his wrath when we come back.”

“If we come back,” I say, sufficiently relaxed by his encouragement and leaning back against my chair. “Who knows. Maybe we’ll like eloping so much that we just…stay.”

“I encourage this,” Roger says, laughing. “Thoroughly. We can probably assume new identities, just completely abandon our lives and our responsibilities.”

I laugh at the idea and look at the window, the thrill and excitement of elopement still rushing through me. ” Yeah, but then we won’t get to see Rafe grow up. And little no-name here won’t have his best friend.” I run my hand passively over my stomach, sending a little pulse of happy down the bond to the baby so that he can feel my excitement along with me. But he doesn’t send anything back – probably asleep. Or whatever.

Who knows, with these magical mystery babies Ella and I have. “About that,” Roger says, glancing at me again. “Do you have ideas? For names, for the baby?”

I turn to him, surprised. “Do you know? I actually…don’t.”

me, shaking his head. “Let me guess. Ella had her names picked out from childhood, and you

head, Sinclair,” I say, winking at him, making him laugh. “It’s almost like you’ve

let the moment sit for a while before he

and looking

stone, Cora,” he says, smirking and tossing me a little glare. ” I think about our child, and his future, and what I’d prefer to call him. Or not to call

grinning. “What names are off

immediate, and

“Why Edgar?”

“Any name with ‘gar’ in it is mean to a little kid. And I knew someone named Edgar growing up and

at this, agreeing. “All right, Edgar’s

reach out, shoving his shoulder a

me of being sentimental. I want this to be a discussion, so

but unable to keep myself from smiling at my secretly-sweet mate. “That’s the most sentimental idea I’ve

he says, nodding. “I get to

the groom wants on his wedding day – that’s

out and takes my hand as we drive quickly towards the coast, giving my palm a squeeze and passing his excitement

that I’m all worked up about this too, feeling sentimental and excited and thrilled. Even if I haven’t been looking forward

at the tiny little beach cottage sitting before us. It’s lit from within by warm yellow light – I had the owner come and open it up for us so that it would be cozy when we got here. The whole house is probably as big as our living room and kitchen put together, but when I saw

knew it was

to grin at me over the roof of the car. I smile right back at him, so pleased that he feels precisely

we both spring into action – Roger going to the trunk to get our bags and me moving to the door of the little bungalow with the white box under my arm, punching in the code to unlock it. When Roger joins me at

mouth as I stare into the prettiest, tiniest little beach house that I’ve ever seen. There’s a little kitchen space off to our left, and a sofa off to the right, but the majority of the house is the bedroom directly

grin and follow his gaze to the beautiful bed decked out with white linens and beyond it the wall of windows that looks directly out onto the beach, and beyond that, the ocean. “Wow, Cora,” he says again, and I look up to see him smiling down

“Do you like it?”

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