Accidental Surrogate Chapter 386-The Long…Long Road

Ella

It takes me just a little over an hour to realize that…I hate road trips.

“Oh my god,” I murmur to Cora as the vibrations of the gigantic RV continue to

shake through us, making poor Rafe grumble uncomfortably. “Is it night yet?

Can we stop?”

“You’re being a baby, Ella,” my sister replies, looking up at me with a smirk,

jumping her red king over three of Roger’s black checkers and capturing them.

“It’s fun!”

“You’re only having fun because you’re kicking Roger’s ass for the third time at

that game,” I murmur, sighing as I glance out the window.

“Seriously,” Roger sighs, leaning back against the white leather of the

kitchenette’s booth. “You should quit that, Cora. For Ella’s sake – she’s trying to

enjoy herself.” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, staring at the board.

“Yes,” Cora replies, laughing. “For Ella’s sake, I’ll go easy on you.”

“I just thought it would be prettier,” I sigh, looking out the window at the endless

highway miles. “Like, purple mountains majesty. Fruited plains. Etcetera.”

Instead, it’s just hour after hour of looking at cars, and asphalt, and the sad little

pine scrub that borders the highways.

“Maybe when we get further out,” Cora offers, hopeful. “Nah,” Roger replies,

making his next move on the checker’s board. “After the forest it’s all corn for

days.”

I groan, leaning my head back. “I hate corn.”

“No, you don’t,” Cora chides, instantly making her next move on the board and

capturing two more of Roger’s pieces. He gasps in protest and then slumps

back again.

“How are you doing this,” he murmurs, studying the board. “Are you a witch?”

“Maybe,” she says with a shrug.” Guess we have to ask mom.”

I smile at her then, bouncing my fussy baby in my arms. And I inhale a deep

breath, silently ordering myself to cheer up because even if I decidedly do not

like riding in the RV, I’m still excited to take this trip for my sister, to get her the

answers she so desperately wants.

Eventually Cora and I retire with the baby to the bedroom where Sinclair

the movement of the RV as much. The boys all

up front, studying maps and discussing ridiculous

endlessly

Cora and I curl up

time chatting, watching movies,

baby between us.

a wonderful day in the little sun-soaked room at the

with my sister, reconnecting with her

been missing from my life since that terrible

broke through my window.

think it’s all really over?” I ask her in a quiet moment as

sink to the horizon.

doesn’t bother to ask me what I’m talking about – she already knows.

sighs, telling me honestly. “I think…well, Ella, I think we

lives. I think we’re going to have to snatch at moments

them because the next challenge is

going to have to fight to make that peace in

always going to try to

baby, trailing a little

quietly. ” Did we choose

We picked

don’t want a simpler life,” Cora laughs, and I look up at her in

and shaking her head

was a nanny

single mom, to live quietly alone

waving a hand at me in dismissal. “That was

story, Ella, always. Yes, you were always going to be a mom,”

“but…you were never going to

that you ended up

door for you to help

was always your

say, considering what she’s saying. And I guess…well, I guess I

always the life I wanted, even if I want

that I wanted

adds, her voice dropping

fated mate,” she says,

going wide. ” But

says, frowning. “But… Ella, this

head. “It feels really big. I

that.”

bond

don’t know,” she says, turning back to me. “But

rainstorm – that day when we had to

motel.”

happened that day, and she blushes

lean forward eagerly, wanting

his mate,” Cora replies, giving a little shrug. “But the way he said

I choose you as

jealous. I have no hesitations

I know that what’s between us is far beyond anything

still – it’s an experience

you ask

she says, shrugging

“Why not?”

“I…like the idea. I don’t want him to tell me that

I’ll go ask -” I say simply, scooching forward on the

gasps, grabbing

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