Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 409 Touch Just the Faintest

Cora

After a few minutes of this – or maybe an hour, I honestly don’t know how time works here – the baby’s happiness fades away and then into silence. But not in a bad way – more like he just…

“He fell asleep,” Roger murmurs, laughing a little and falling back on the bed, taking me with him since his arms are still wrapped around me.

“It’s too early for the baby to sleep…” I murmur, confused. “That happens around like, the seventh month -”

“All right, Dr. Cora,” Roger mutters, and I can hear him rolling his eyes, even though I can’t see it, which makes me laugh. “Considering that we’re hanging out on a magical dream beach, passing our emotions down a magical bond with our unborn child, I don’t really think that your medical knowledge is coming into play here -”

“Oh shut up,” I murmur, slapping his chest and sighing with contentment. Roger laughs and takes a deep breath of my scent.

“That was amazing,” he whispers. I’ll never forget that as long as I live.”

“Do you think we just felt it because we’re here?” I ask, still likewise thrilled. “Or, will we feel it when we’re awake too?”

“I don’t know,” Roger replies. “But maybe something about being in the dream amplified it. I guess we’ll find out.”

“Yeah,” I say, happy, content. Because as much as I want to feel it all the time, I am also content to wait, to experience all parts of this pregnancy in their own time. “I guess we will.”

And I close my eyes and relax against my mate, little shivers passing through me as he traces his fingers idly over the skin of my back, both of us still marveling in the magic of that incredible first connection with the baby.

But suddenly, something changes. And I open my eyes to see my wolf standing there on the beach, just a short distance away.

looking, likewise catching sight of my wolf in the sand, staring at us, her tongue hanging happily

up and holding me close against him. “Wow, Cora…she’s

wolf, at all of the thousand shades of brown that run through her fur, from

she says – and I know, instinctually, that Roger hears her as well. I have

ounce of fear, even though this is completely bizarre. When

we follow, walking quickly, both dying to see what she’s

get far, another shadow detaches itself from the forest and comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes over to us

Roger murmurs, shooting me a grin before his

nearly comes up to my shoulder and can completely encircle me when he winds himself

warm fur. Roger laughs as well and puts his arm around my shoulder

he was annoying,”

to his for a kiss. But before our lips can meet, my wolf gives another little yip, calling us forward. Confused, but pleased, Roger and I start out again.Books

what is happening,” Roger says,

it’s gonna be good,” I say, peering after my wolf. “She’s

our steps when my wolf stops beside a little patch of green bushes and again turns in her eager

wolf stands proudly at

front of the little bundle of fur sleeping there on the beach in front of me, nestled lovingly into a little soft bed of leaves. Roger almost collapses next to me, his hands hitting

my voice trembling and my entire body shaking as I reach out towards the incredibly perfect, incredibly tiny little wolf pup

out, I barely, just barely feel the brush of fur against them – though

voice full of love and

own shock and disappointment and joy

baby yet this…this is his wolf, his soul. And he’s