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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

feel the movement of

maps and discussing ridiculous things like terrain

mileage things. they find endlessly fascinating for some

it. Cora and I curl up

spend our time chatting, watching movies, and napping lightly

baby between us.

day in the little sun-soaked room

talking with my sister, reconnecting with her and

I’ve been missing from my life

broke through my window.

it’s all really over?” I ask her in a

sink to the horizon.

ask me what I’m talking about

me honestly. “I think…well, Ella, I

we’re going to have to snatch at moments of

because the next

have to fight to make that peace in our

is always going to

napping baby, trailing a little finger

we dumb?” I ask quietly. ” Did we choose

fated mates. We picked this…should we have chosen simpler

Cora laughs, and I look up at her in surprise

her smiling and shaking her head

ask, sitting up straight, ” Cora, I was

mom, to live

hand at me in dismissal. “That was just the start

always. Yes, you were always

“but…you were

sense that you ended up being

for you to help thousands when

was

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

perhaps always the life I wanted,

that I wanted a simple

her voice dropping lower. “I’m actually…I’m not sure

my fated mate,” she says,

going wide.

says, frowning. “But… Ella, this thing

her head. “It feels really big. I

that.”

feel a mating bond snap into place?” I ask,

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

rainstorm – that day when we had to

motel.”

happened that day, and she blushes a little

forward eagerly,

replies, giving a little shrug.

definitive. Not I choose you as my mate.

a little jealous. I have no

chosen mate, and I know that what’s between

with his own fated mate. But still – it’s an experience

“did you ask him

says, shrugging

“Why not?”

the idea. I don’t want

say simply, scooching forward on the bed, ready

she gasps, grabbing