Accidental Surrogate for Alpha novel Chapter 341

#Chapter 341 – A Quiet Night 

Ella 

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We had dinner a little later, and Henry got to give Cora his shocked congratulations on her pregnancy. His eyes were wet, a little, at the thought of his second grandchild, but it was all for joy. It was a wonderful evening that we all spent together surprising after such a horrible morning. 

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Tomorrow, I know, we have a lot to think about and decide. But tonight? Tonight I just want to sleep in my mate’s arms and get some rest under the knowledge that nobody is going to attack us and try to take my baby. 

I’m tired, then, when Sinclair and I head back to our room with little Rafe in my arms, already asleep. A’s Sinclair opens the door for us I give a little wave to my sister and Roger, who are sleeping a few doors down. 

“Aw,” I say, looking up at Sinclair as we walk into the room. “I’m jealous. I want to get knocked up.” 

“What!?” Sinclair exclaims, laughing as he moves across the room to the little table where we’ve unpacked our clothes, eager to get ready for bed. 

I pout as I move to the little makeshift cradle waiting by our bed that Henry instructed Sinclair’s men to make for us this afternoon, laying my sleeping baby down on the thin, firm mattress waiting there for him. 

“I’m just a little jealous!” I declare, laughing a little. 

“Ella,” Sinclair sighs, pulling his shirt over his head and coming over to me. I turn to my mate, eager, and wrap my arms around his neck, smiling up at him. “You do realize that you just gave birth to our perfect little baby, and that it was an incredibly complicated and dramatic pregnancy. Are you really so eager to be pregnant again?” 

“No,” I say, grinning up at him. “That’s not what I said. I don’t want to be pregnant – at least, not right now. Not yet. I just want to get knocked up!” 

“Okay,” Sinclair replies, laughing again and smiling down at me so broadly that it brings out all the little crinkles around his eyes that I love. “Please explain, then, my love, the difference between the terms.‘ 

“I just think it would be nice,” I say softly, “to just…” I shrug, “not be trying to get pregnant, and then one day poof! Surprise!” I look up into his eyes, still smiling, “suddenly knocked up!” 

“Hmm,” he says, beginning to stroke my hair and, I think, understand. But he wants to hear more. “And why, Ella,” he asks, “does that sound so appealing?” 

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“Because,” I continue, taking a deep breath and resting my tace against his chest. “You know I love everything about our story, Sinclair we never would have met, or had our baby, if we hadn’t been thrown into that situation. But there was so much that was stressful about how Rafe was conceived – I had to spend so much money, and just hope that it worked, and frankly the idea that my sister put your defrosted sperm in me when you were just like somewhere else on the earth 

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He laughs now and I can feel him nodding. “Yes,” he agrees. “I see. A little,…less romantic and intimate than it could be.” 

“Precisely,” I say. “Roger and Cora…it’s been so complicated for them, but there is something beautiful about them making that little miracle baby because they loved each other so much.‘ 

I feel Sinclairs knuckles graze my face and look up at him again. 

“I’ll give you as many children as you want, Ella,” he murmurs softly, “and they will all be conceived in love. Rafe too.” 

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“I know,” I say, smiling up at him. “I’m excited. It will happen one day.” And a memory flashes in my mind of the prophecy the priests showed me, of our little family of four. Could that really be possible? I mean, the eldest child in that vision was a dark–haired boy just like my sweet Rafe. Would the rest come true as well? 

“I mean,” Sinclair says, interrupting my reverie and sliding his hands down my back to grip my ass. “If you’re that eager to get knocked up I’m right here and there is a bed – I am very happy to oblige – 

I laugh, biting my lip as I look up at him and pressing my body closer to his. But then I hesitate. Let’s wait, a little,” I say quietly, “before we think about a second child. Until all of this,” I say, waving a hand to encapsulate the bunker and all of the reasons why we’re here, “is sorted. Is that all right?” 

“Yes, Ella,” Sinclair says, bending down a little further to get a better grip on my ass and using the leverage to pick me up in his arms. I laugh and wrap my legs around his waist, hands looped casually behind his neck. “You control the timeline. In the meantime,” he growls playfully as he moves his face closer to mine, “we’ll just…practice.” 

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