Accidental Surrogate for Alpha novel Chapter 306

#Chapter 306 – Sister Talk

Ella

It feels like my sister has been gone with my baby for…hours. But in reality I know that it has been, at best, maybe half an hour. Still, while the rest of us mill around the dark forest, drinking champagne and waiting, I can’t keep myself from continuing to glance anxiously into the darkness.

What’s keeping them? Why won’t they come back?

“Patience, trouble,” Sinclair says behind me and I sigh. Without looking at him, I lean back against his chest and raise my champagne flute to my mouth, taking a little sip.

“Those are two words that don’t go together, and you know it,” I mutter, frustrated.

His warm chuckle resonates against my back as he wraps an arm–around me. “Only you would try to rush a goddess.”

“She’s my mom!” I huff, looking up at him as I cross my arms. “I’ll rush her all I want.

Sinclair laughs again and shakes his head at me. “Let Cora and Roger have this time with Rafe.

It’s special for them too.”

“I’m dying to know if they’ll see anything about his future,” I say, looking back at my mate with a wide smile. “Do you think they will?”

“If I had to put money on it?” Sinclair says, contemplative. “Considering who Rafe’s grandmother is? Then…yeah, I think they’ll get a glimpse. But don’t push them too hard on it, Ella,” he advises. “It’s their experience as much as his. If they choose to keep it to themselves, that’s their right.”

“Oh, yeah, whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes. Fat chance I’m letting Cora keep secrets about my son’s future from me. As my mind goes wild with the possibilities, I see something flicker in the darkness. I stand up straight, eager, peering into the darkness. I feel Sinclair do the same behind me.

And then I burst into a little joyous laugh as I see my sister, Rafe tucked happy in her arms, coming through the trees, Roger’s arm warm around her shoulder. Sinclair puts two fingers in his mouth and lets out a sharp whistle as I shout “Cora!” and dash into the woods, happy to see all three of them.

My sister gives me a broad smile as we meet beneath the trees, happily handing my baby over into my waiting arms. I coo a little greeting to him, doing a little check down the bond to see that he’s fine. When I’m satisfied that he’s happy and relaxed I look up at Roger and Cora eagerly. “So?” I ask, a little breathless. “How’d it go?”

“It went well,” Roger says reassuringly. “No problems, he did beautifully.”

“Of course he did!” I laugh, smiling down at my baby, who fusses a little in his blankets. He’s tired, I’m sure, even though he’s always up at this time of night anyway. “He didn’t have to do much, after all, just lay out basking in the moonlight.”

Cora laughs and steps away from Roger, putting an arm around me. “Come on, sis,” she says. Let’s go get a glass of champagne and I’ll tell you everything.”

When we return to the little group of family and friends, everyone lets out a little cheer and raises their glasses to us, a gesture that fills me with warmth. It is so wonderful to see this milestone in my child’s life celebrated so. I lean down and give my baby a little kiss on the head as Sinclair hands Cora and Roger glasses of champagne and then comes to my side.

“How is he?” Sinclair murmurs, leaning down to check on the baby.

“Perfect, angelic, magnificent, as usual,” I murmur.

“As usual?” Sinclair asks, raising an amused eyebrow at me. “Usually he’s screaming like a banshee.”