Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 385-Long Miles

I gasp a few hours later when I see the gigantic RV that rolls up out front of the

clinic.

“Seriously?” Hanks says, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at it,

somewhere between impressed and revolted by the extravagance. “The gas

mileage on that thing must be horrible

“Ohhh,” I say, laughing and swatting him on the arm with one hand, the other

holding Rafe’s carrier where he’s already bundled and ready. “Don’t spoil my

fun, Hank – you’re just jealous because you’re not coming.”

“Yes,” Hank murmurs, giving me a good-natured side eye. “Yes, there’s

absolutely nothing I want more in the world than to be cooped up in a tin can

with Roger and Cora for forty-eight hours. You’re right.”

I laugh when I consider this point, stepping closer to Hank and wrapping him in

a one-armed hug that he’d probably rather avoid. But we’ve grown a lot closer in

the past few days, working together, and well? If he’s going to be my friend, then

he’s going to have to get used to a great deal of affection.

“You’ll be all right here when we’re gone?” I ask, pulling away.

“Ah, don’t worry about me,” Hank says with a little smirk and a shrug. You guys

have bigger things on your plate.”

“When I come back,” I say, looking at him seriously now, hoping he understands

how much he means to me – to all of us. “We’re going to do big things, okay?

Help a lot of people. With the gift, and with your skills.”

“That’s all I want, Ella,” Hank says seriously, giving me a nod and a little smile

that’s likely the most emotion I’m going to see from him anytime soon. But then

his eyes drift to Cora and Roger who come through the door of the clinic and I

know…well, I know that what Hank says about this being all he wants is a little

bit of a lie. And my heart aches for him because I know now, for sure, that he’ll

never get it.

I purse my lips a little, trying not to let him see me pity him. But he catches me in

the act.

“Don’t,” Hank sighs, shaking his head at me. “I’m good, Ella. I really am.”

“I know,” I say, putting a hand out to his shoulder. He gives me a sad little smirk

before turning back into the clinic – intent, clearly, on busying his mind so that

he doesn’t have to think about her. Cora and Roger call brief goodbyes to Hank

before coming to my side to admire the RV.

“It’s huge,” Cora says, her eyes wide.

“It’s not so big,” Roger says with a shrug. But Cora and I both roll our eyes at

him as Sinclair parks the vehicle and climbs out of the driver’s seat. Cora and I

didn’t grow up with much as kids, and we’ve certainly never been on a vacation

like this – with a whole fancy vehicle reserved just for us.

excited I can barely

opening the door to the living

little metal platform

so that Henry can wheel onto

taking Cora’s hand and pulling her

there a kitchen? How do you

laughs at me, shaking his

in, Ella,” he says, nodding towards the door

Let

as my mate suggests,

again as I look around.

so shiny

wow,” Cora says, her eyes as wide as mine as she climbs in after me.

is…amazing.”

we wander around the

table space, the little

adorable, cleverly designed bathroom that makes the

minimal space allotted to it. But I

in the back

its king-sized bed,

god,” I say, quickly unbuckling Rafe from

the bed which is as comfortable as it looks.

beds – ”

at me from the doorway. “What do

you’re doing?”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

says,

and then I groan as I remember Sinclair’s promise to her –

her and Roger. “Well then where

says, appearing in

queen for me and you, and the

will take –

back and settling deeper into

Roger? I won’t take

take the baby and

Roger declares, pushing past

his and Cora’s stuff which isn’t much, considering

access to any of our possession

on the ground and snaps his fingers at me when

“Up, Ella. That’s

it,” I whine, pouting

unable to keep the mischief out of her eyes

“I’m pregnant. I

glaring at her for

making them all laugh as I huff

better be comfortable,” I say to my mate as

him.

me back into

and Cora

has already settled himself at the front

space where the passenger seat should

before turning back to a set of maps. I

of the vehicle and how cleverly it’s been made accessible

in a wheelchair.

Sinclair says, wrapping an arm around

in my arms and looking happily

bright lights.

give him a big smile. “How

to get there? To

probably get there sometime tomorrow,” Henry

in agreement. “Oh,” I say with surprise.

tonight?”

a shrug. “We

It’s part of the adventure, and part

for people to know where we’ll be

think,” I say, glancing out the windows.

beneath my chin and

he says softly. “You can relax.

– let me… let me give this

smile finds my face as I realize that