Chapter 349 – Aftermath

Cora

It’s hours, hours later when I finally have a moment to step back and breathe. And when I do, I feel my head spin and stumble back a step or two. Roger is there, instantly, his hand on my back.

“Cora,” he says, pulling me closer to him, tilting up my face so that he can study me. “Are you all right? You’re – ”

“I’m fine,” I mutter, frustrated, trying to push away and get back to work. I have a moment to breathe, but honestly there’s so much more that – needs to be done for these men –

“No,” Roger says, stubborn. “You’re pushing yourself too far – you’re pregnant, Cora -”

“Roger,” I sigh, turning to glare at him in earnest now and putting a hand on his chest. “This cannot be the refrain that I hear for the next nine – or six or however many months, all right? I am not going to stop doing my job-stop healing people – just because I’m pregnant.”

I hear Roger begin to growl in protest but I lock my teeth together, staring up at him, hard. And, slowly, I see him start to relent, to remember the person who he chose as his mate.

“This is my life, Roger,” I whisper, ” my identity. I’m a doctor – I made an oath! I’m going to help them.”

right,” he replies, taking a step back. “But Cora,

and starting to look around the room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop before

are you to exhaustion now?” he asks, looking me

and checking in with myself. Honestly, I’m not far off – but there’s still so much that these men need. Honestly the extent of the burns that they came in with some of them down to the

Roger ask, and then when I look up at him again I feel him place

closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little sorry as I see that it’s hard for him. I remember the way

him to have the full fatherhood experience, with all of its blessings. And it breaks my heart that my

leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. ” Just…let’s not push, all

peering at

voice not much more than a growl. “Much slower than usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt

get a brief glimpse of the skin below before I wrap him back up. “You’re healing,” I say, looking up at him, “but yes, the pace is …worse than what I would have

Roger puts a sweet, concerned hand on the side of my face, Ella comes over. “Cora,”

hug which she happily accepts. “How is Sinclair?” I ask, looking to the corner of the room where her mate naps lightly, Rafe secure in his arms even

away from me. “More his pride hurt than anything, and he’s frustrated,” she says, giving a chagrined little smile to

his head. “And he burned all of his supplies on his way out, along with us, so we don’t have much information from the misadventure

to be optimistic about the interviews,” I point out, nodding towards where Henry is rolling between the beds, speaking kindly to any

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