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?”

quietly, studying him. “I mean, Roger, it’s not that you can’t feel

with me. “But I was taking all the air out of the room. I’m sorry, Cora – you’re right, we had a plan, we should just trust it. Everything’s

coming to my lips now as

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

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

a calmness that I know he doesn’t feel.

start to

Roger asks, turning to grin at

just very sweet, Roger Sinclair,” I murmur, taking his cheeks in my hands and leaning

he murmurs against my lips, kissing me back. “I’m going

say, leaning back and smiling down at my belly. And I bite my lip, feeling significantly

as he tucks his head close to mine and takes a deep

think his eyes will be?” I

my tongue and pull away

would that

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

my eyes, “would

eyes,” he says, holding up a

I sigh, but I’m smiling as I snuggle close to him. Or at least I smile for a second, before the next contraction starts again. “Oh boy,” I say, sitting up, a hand moving low on my stomach.

quiet, his eyes on me

right?” he says quietly when

returning my hand to

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

and see,” I reply, dropping my hand from his cheek

the baby to hurry up,” Roger murmurs, turning is attention to the bond that runs

as well. “Nah, don’t

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

here,” I say, laughing a bit. “Whenever he’s ready

” Any time you want,

to bring our baby into the world with a nice, calm, maybe

and dusk darkens our windows before my contractions really start to heat up. By then, the house is busy with all the people we’ve

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