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 from

up and holding me close against

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

and I know, instinctually, that Roger

of us feel an ounce of fear, even though this is completely bizarre. When we’re standing, my wolf dances in an eager circle and then trots away from

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

and comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes over to us and eagerly presses his head to Roger’s chest, nuzzling against

me a grin before

says as I marvel at his size, at the way he nearly comes up to my shoulder and can completely encircle

wolf “soon, soon,” and running my hands through his warm fur. Roger laughs

was annoying,” Roger

turning my face up 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 Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated

what is

it’s gonna be good,” I say,

bushes and

she says, her tongue lolling as Roger’s wolf stands proudly at her shoulder. We want

as I fall to my knees in 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 the sand

entire body shaking as I reach out towards the incredibly perfect, incredibly tiny little wolf pup sleeping in front of

I barely, just barely feel the brush of fur against them – though not completely, as if he’s still half out of the dream – or more than

yet, my wolf says, her voice full

out too, to try to touch the tiny infant pup, and I feel his own shock

baby yet this…this is his