Chapter 309 – the Note

Ella

I sigh and spreads my body out against Sinclair’s, tracing the lines of his body beneath his clothes. I close my eyes, relaxing, letting myself feel the warmth of him, basking in the joy of having him safe and healthy and near, of the knowledge that our baby boy is asleep on the other side of the room.

“You do agree with me though, right?” I ask quietly. “All jokes aside?”

Sinclair takes a minute to consider and then he nods, his eyes still closed. “I think they should sort it out themselves,” he answers quietly. “But I agree, Ella – if he’s not willing to take her whether or not she can give him children…he should let her find someone who will.”

“Thank you, Dominic,” I respond, my voice barely audible, sending a little pulse of sincere gratitude down our bond. He sends love back.

And then we both relax, our bodies falling into a deeper rhythm of breathing that carries us near sleep.

Sleep that’s interrupted, suddenly, by the sound of the doorbell below.

I groan, pulling my head up off of Sinclair’s chest. “Who the hell could that be.”

“Probably someone who forgot a purse. Or a shoe. Or…whatever,” Sinclair mutters, working to

sit

  1. up. I rise too, letting him up, smiling at my sleepy mate who is so tired that his words aren’t making much sense.

He sighs, rising to his feet, and I get up with him.

“Stay,” he says, putting a hand on my shoulder, nodding back to the bed.

“No,” I sigh. “I’ll come with you. It’s probably for me, anyway. A package or something.” I’m rueful, suddenly, that we’ve let all of the staff have the day off after the long night. It would be nice to have someone else to answer the door…

…but then I realize that that’s horribly selfish and privileged, and I take my mate’s hand, tugging him towards the door and grabbing the baby monitor on the way, switching it on. Who have I become, really, that I’m turning my nose up at having to answer my own door?

Considering some of the conditions I’ve lived in previously in my life, I should be thanking my lucky stars that I even have a door.

Frustrated with myself, I hurry down the stairs, Sinclair following steadily behind.

there’s nobody there. Frowning, I look around, and then down at the doormat, where there’s a

I ask, bending quickly to pick it up, the baby monitor making little static

in my left hand.

up between me and Sinclair as he frowns at it, looking quickly around

before pulling the door shut, obviously on

to anyone?” he asks

curiosity growing with every step. Quickly, I turn

the seal when

“he says, his voice harsh with

looking up at him, suddenly worried myself.

me. “I just…it’s strange. Let’s…treat it

hand out and I place the letter in his open

“Come on,

follow

until my back is pressed against the door of

holding the baby monitor tightly between

((

grabs a knife, moving his

a little desperately, wanting to make light of it – hoping, needing him to be overreacting right now

finishes slicing the seal. When nothing happens, he stands up

me absolutely on

minute, Ella,” Sinclair murmurs, holding up a hand to keep me back. I can’t take my eyes off of him as he steps closer to the envelope, holding it carefully in his hands and turning

only a piece of paper falls out of the envelope, clattering lightly against the wood. Sinclair takes a minute to pród at the piece of paper with his knife, flipping

he says, looking over to me,

out, relieved, rushing to his side. “You had me going

say, glaring at him a little as I wrap my arms around

flips open the note, revealing a hurried scrawl of handwriting inside – just a few

from my face as I

sorry – This is coming too late –

coming for him for the

who planned for him

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