#Chapter 423 – Run Away Bride

Cora

As Roger drives down the dark highway, I type out a quick message to Ella on my phone: Hey! I’m going to be MIA for a couple of days. Roger and I are taking some time to ourselves. I’m sorry to leave you hanging with all the work we have to do at the camps will you forgive me?

I bite my lip anxiously when I press send and stare at my phone, waiting for the reply.

“Quit that,” Roger says, glancing at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Worrying about it,” he says, giving a little shrug. “She’s not your boss, Cora.”

“Yeah well, Dominic is your boss,” I point out, raising my eyebrows. “Did you even text him?”

“Nah,” he says, grinning broadly. I’ll let Ella break it to him and just face his wrath when we come back.”

“If we come back,” I say, sufficiently relaxed by his encouragement and leaning back against my chair. “Who knows. Maybe we’ll like eloping so much that we just…stay.”

“I encourage this,” Roger says, laughing. “Thoroughly. We can probably assume new identities, just completely abandon our lives and our responsibilities.”

I laugh at the idea and look at the window, the thrill and excitement of elopement still rushing through me. ” Yeah, but then we won’t get to see Rafe grow up. And little no-name here won’t have his best friend.” I run my hand passively over my stomach, sending a little pulse of happy down the bond to the baby so that he can feel my excitement along with me. But he doesn’t send anything back – probably asleep. Or whatever.

Who knows, with these magical mystery babies Ella and I have. “About that,” Roger says, glancing at me again. “Do you have ideas? For names, for the baby?”

I turn to him, surprised. “Do you know? I actually…don’t.”

Roger laughs at me, shaking his head. “Let me guess. Ella had her names picked out from childhood, and you never thought about it once.”

winking at him, making him laugh.

a while before he speaks again. “Well, I

I say, sitting up straight and

tossing me a little glare. ” I think about our child, and his future, and what I’d

grinning. “What names are off the

he says, immediate, and I burst into

“Why Edgar?”

serious. “Any name with ‘gar’ in it is mean to a little kid. And I knew

at this, agreeing. “All right, Edgar’s off the list. What’s on

hesitates for a second and I reach out, shoving his shoulder a little. “Tell

back and putting on his most stubborn expression. “You’ll accuse me of being sentimental. I want

“That’s the most sentimental idea I’ve ever heard so

gift,” he says, nodding. “I get to make that

” Whatever the groom wants on his

the night. Roger reaches out and takes my hand as we drive quickly towards the coast,

I’m all worked up about this too, feeling sentimental and excited and thrilled. Even if I haven’t been looking forward to this evening for my whole life? I can’t wait

I had the owner come and open it up for us so that it

I knew

car. I smile

to the trunk to get our bags and me moving to the door of the little bungalow with the white box under my arm, punching in the code to unlock

I’ve ever seen. There’s a little kitchen space off to our left, and a sofa off to the right,

it the wall

“Do you like it?”

an arm around my shoulders. “Do

I say, laughing

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