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Chapter 302: Moonlight Baptism

“Well,” Henry answers, hesitating. “Cora and Roger will see the prophecy.”

My face falls a little when I realize the implications of this. “Really? Unfair,” I declare, pouting.

Henry laughs a little along with me. “It will bring them closer to him, give them a bond.”

“Well,” I sigh, “I want them to have that. What sort of things do you learn, though? Do you share them with the parents?”

“If you choose,” Henry shrugs. “I always did. And Sinclair and Roger’s godparents shared with me, for which I was grateful.”

“What did they tell you?” I ask, curious.

“That Sinclair would be a great leader of men,” Henry says, looking down at the baby again, clearly remembering his baby who looked so like this one. “That was no surprise. But Roger, that was…”

I pause, curious, suddenly fascinated. “What did they say?”

He hesitates and then meets my eye. “I never even told Roger about it. But they told me that his destiny laid less with who he was, and more with the children he would sire. The many children, who would be…” he looks away a bit, trying to sort his thoughts, “it was hard to understand. But something about a set of extraordinary children who would bring much joy to the world.”

stomach drops at this, though I work

guess Cora was right.

important to Roger – his destiny, even. And if Cora can’t give him children… Henry meets, my eyes, perhaps understanding the direction of my thoughts. He takes my hand,

“Don’t think too hard

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chair, smiling down at my baby, who’s staring

Henry says, peeking over at him again. “And his future is very, very bright. This I know for

filled with people later that evening, and my heart is full to bursting to see all of them – especially

his new friends and family. But still, Isabel and I make plans to have a

gown, which I picked expressly for the occasion. It’s perhaps too much for a trip to the woods, but we’ll be having champagne later – and then everyone coming

God, I don’t know. I’ve never held a midnight baptism

Sinclair says, coming up behind me, looking gorgeous in his tuxedo. He rests two reassuring hands on my shoulders. “Everything is in order, Ella – you don’t

mind in more ways than one. “I just want everything to go smoothly,

to be everything to everyone, trouble. They’re here to help you. You could have come down in pajamas ten minutes before the ceremony, with baby vomit streaked down your shirt,

say, turning on him with wide

enjoy the night. It’s for us, as

smiling against his lips and then looking down at my happy baby in

and moving towards the door. “It’s good that you figured that out now, because it’s

to take us all out in the woods. “Oh, Dominic!” I say, spinning in his arms and looking towards the kitchen.

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