Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 476- Chaos at Home Ella

“Oh geeze,” I say when we pull up to Cora and Roger’s house in the pre- dawn morning and see that every light is on. “You ready for this?”

“Sure!” Sinclair says, grinning at me as he puts the car in park at the end of the driveway. “It will be a nice role reversal – this time Roger can be the one worried sick and I can be in the background cracking jokes.”

“Aww, sweetheart,” I say, grinning at my mate and putting a soft hand on his cheek. “It’s cute that you think you’re funny enough to crack jokes.”

Sinclair’s brows knit together as he frowns at me. “What are you talking about? I’m very funny.”

“Okay, baby,” I murmur, patting his shoulder as I turn to climb out of the car.

“I am!” he insists as he gets out of the driver’s seat and starts around the car.

“Dominic,” I sigh, hiding my teasing grin as I lean into the car and unbuckle Rafe, pulling him into my arms. “You have so many blessings. Why do you need to be funny too?”

“Because I am funny!” Sinclair says, crossing his arms and glaring at me.

“Okay!” I say cheerfully, not contracting him but moving quickly towards the front door of the house without confirming either.

“Ella!” he scoffs, striding after me.

“What!?” I laugh, knocking on the door for once instead of just striding in because I want to give Cora and Roger their privacy if they’re not ready for us. We did get here really fast, after all the roads were empty this early.

“I make you laugh all the time,” Sinclair says, still frowning down at me.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I say, grinning with mischief as I gaze up at him, “but I’m laughing at you, not your jokes.”

He growls at me, starting to get a little miffed, and I burst into laughter. Sinclair opens his mouth to protest more but both of our attention snaps forward when the door flies open, revealing a harried Roger staring at us with the fingers of one hand already tangled in his own hair.

“Come in,” he says, his voice frantic and full of dread. “I need you to talk sense into her – ”

see her starting up the

hurry past him and up the stairs to Cora, taking the plate of toast she’s carrying out of her hand, Rafe perched on my hip. Cora smiles her thanks at me and

you just use the stair

stairs, Ella,” Cora growls as she continues to lift herself up one step at a time, glaring at

I say, rolling my eyes at her. “It’s just

head at me. “Okay, good,” she says. “Someone sane is

the bottom of the steps, and I turn to see him standing at

what?” I ask, looking between them, baffled. Because honestly Cora looks fine to me just very pregnant and in the early stages of labor. And she would know

as Sinclair closes the front door and stands at his brother’s side at the bottom of the stairs, radiating support but unable to keep a little smile from his mouth, clearly enjoying

does. I grin at her as we get to the top of the steps because I can tell that this is an argument they’ve been having all night, and one that

follow us up the stairs. Sinclair comes with him as Cora and

Cora into her bedroom and over to the bed, where I place her toast on the side table before lifting Rafe more securely into my arms. Cora climbs into bed and then puts her hands out for Rafe, who I lower for a, kiss, though I don’t pass

hair. “I’m perfectly healthy – there’s no reason to not do it at home, and I’ve got doctors coming to stand by just in case! Ridiculous,”

Roger says, crossing his arms as

I won’t,” she sighs, flicking him a little glare as she settles the blankets just how she wants them. “My sister, the magical healer, is here. It’ll

I say, turning to him and gesturing to Rafe, who gives a happy little

as he stares at me. “You almost died,

my head to the side as I remember it. “Oh

I always forget

Little House on the Prairie,” Cora murmurs, rolling her eyes at me. “He thinks a home birth is all boiling water and screaming and blood everywhere –

and I see Sinclair clench his jaw to keep from laughing as he pats his

going to be fine,” I say, smiling at Roger’s turned back, but I turn back to Cora when I hear her

Cora answers tightly, taking a deep breath. “About five

“Did your water break?”

the pain. I murmur to her consolingly and reach for her hand, Rafe still

my god,” I hear Roger murmur, coming quickly to my

right here!” Cora growls, lifting her head