Chapter 350 – Aftermath
Cora
It’s hours, hours later when I finally have a moment to step back and breathe. And when I do, I feel my head spin and stumble back a step or two. Roger is there, instantly, his hand on my back.
“Cora,” he says, pulling me closer to him, tilting up my face so that he can study me. “Are you all right? You’re – ”
“I’m fine,” I mutter, frustrated, trying to push away and get back to work. I have a moment to breathe, but honestly there’s so much more that – needs to be done for these men –
“No,” Roger says, stubborn. “You’re pushing yourself too far – you’re pregnant, Cora -”
“Roger,” I sigh, turning to glare at him in earnest now and putting a hand on his chest. “This cannot be the refrain that I hear for the next nine – or six or however many months, all right? I am not going to stop doing my job-stop healing people – just because I’m pregnant.”
I hear Roger begin to growl in protest but I lock my teeth together, staring up at him, hard. And, slowly, I see him start to relent, to remember the person who he chose as his mate.
“This is my life, Roger,” I whisper, ” my identity. I’m a doctor – I made an oath! I’m going to help them.”
“All right,” he replies, taking a step back. “But Cora, please -”
“I know,” I say, nodding and starting to look around the room. “I’ll be careful – I’ll stop before I’m totally exhausted. I won’t put myself or the baby at risk.”
“And how close are you to exhaustion now?” he asks, looking me over from top to bottom, his eyes pausing on my stomach.
I take a moment to pause, closing my eyes and checking in with myself. Honestly, I’m not far off – but there’s still so much that these men need. Honestly the extent of the burns that they came in with some of them down to the bone – I cringe to even think of it.
“Can I…” I hear Roger ask, and then when I look up at him again I feel him place his hand against my stomach.
“Okay,” I breathe, nodding a little as I agree to stay still so he can check in on the baby. Roger closes his eyes and concentrates and I’m a little sorry as I see that it’s hard for him. I remember the way that Sinclair communicated with Rafe while Ella was pregnant it seemed…simpler.
Roger has much more connection with the baby when he’s touching me and when he concentrates, but…I do wish it was easier for him. I want him to have the full fatherhood experience, with all of its blessings. And it breaks my heart that my body – my humanness has taken a little of that away from him.
“Baby’s okay,” Roger murmurs, opening his eyes and leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead. ” Just…let’s not push, all right?”
“Okay,” I agree, nodding. And then I turn to him fully, peering at some of the red skin on his face. “How is your healing going?”
“Slow,” he murmurs, his voice not much more than a growl. “Much slower than usual. Like whatever that priest did to hurt us like this had its own curse attached.”
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