Cora

I narrow my eyes at Roger when he comes upstairs about forty-five minutes later. “Are you going to behave better now?” I ask, my voice tense.

“Yup,” he says, leaning in the doorway with a lazy smile.

I start to laugh as I look over his too – loose stature. “Is it because you’re all drunk?” My eyes shift to Sinclair as he appears in the doorway behind his brother. “Seriously, did you get him all drunk?”

Sinclair, Rafe sitting up in his arms, just gives a little shrug, his mouth pulled up at the corner in a secret smile.

“I am only,” Roger says, smiling as he steps into the room and holding up a hand with his thumb and pointer finger pressed very close together, “a very tiny bit drunk. Just something to steady the nerves.”

Ella laughs next to me before she scoots off the bed.

“All right, then,” she says, gesturing to me as she moves around the bed and reaches to take Rafe from Sinclair. ” Take your spot, Roger. And stop freaking her out, okay?”

“I promise,” Roger mumbles, giving Ella a sloppy little salute before climbing onto the bed and taking her place.

“We’ll be downstairs,” Ella says when I turn my eyes to her. “You just call, and we’ll be right up. Okay?”

I nod to her, smiling a little, grateful that she’s here. Beyond having the power to heal me instantly should anything go wrong, it’s just…really nice to have my sister close by.

Roger sighs as he pulls himself into the spot close on my right and tucks his legs in under the blankets. Then he turns to me, his face serious. “I’m sorry, Cora,” he says quietly.

“Thank you,” I say, my anger fading as I see that he means it. I lift a hand to his cheek, wanting to touch him, wanting him close.

“I just love you so much

“I get it,” I say, nodding.

He nods too, capturing my hand and pressing a kiss to it. “But I didn’t listen to you. And Sinclair made me sit down and listen – which he shouldn’t have to do, so I’m sorry about that. But he explained that you need to be the one freaking out today. So, I have to just… be steady. Is that right?”

it’s not that you can’t feel afraid too – I get that

with me. “But I was taking all the air out of the room. I’m sorry, Cora – you’re right, we had a

a little smile coming to my lips now

far apart are the contractions?” he asks, looking down at my belly and stroking it

my voice quiet. “Or, maybe a little faster now? Four and a

that I know he doesn’t feel. ” That is

start to

Roger asks, turning to

hands and leaning forward to press a kiss to his mouth. “Trying

my lips, kissing me back.

my belly. And I bite my lip, feeling significantly calmer now, starting to get…well, maybe a little excited, alongside being terrified. “Do you think he’ll have any

bald,” Roger murmurs, a little thoughtlessly as he tucks his head close to mine and takes a deep breath of my scent, “like an old man.” I laugh

you think

he replies, making me click my tongue and pull away to glare

would that even be

grins at me. “These are goddess grandchildren,” he says, grinning at me. “Anything is

say, rolling my eyes, “would have

says, holding up a finger,

him. Or at least I smile for a second, before

to me but does his best to stay quiet, his eyes on me throughout the whole contraction.

right?” he says quietly when

then I smile a little, returning my hand to his cheek. “I hope the baby’s eyes are just like

says, smirking at me. “Big brown ones, like his mom. That

I reply, dropping my hand from his

Roger murmurs, turning is attention to the bond that runs between us and the

as well. “Nah,

bond and passes love and comfort and reassurance to the baby, as

got a nice big crib for him out here,” I say, laughing

kid,” Roger murmurs. ” Any time you want, we’re

ready to bring our baby into

up. By then, the house is busy with all the people we’ve asked to come to the

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