#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.”

him,

the moment sit for a while before

and looking

little glare. ” I think about our child, and his future, and what I’d prefer to call him. Or not to call

“What names are off the

he says, immediate, and I burst into

“Why Edgar?”

is mean to a little kid. And I knew someone

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

a second and I reach out, shoving his shoulder a little.

stubborn expression. “You’ll accuse me of being sentimental. I want this to be a

at my secretly-sweet mate. “That’s the most sentimental idea I’ve ever heard so much more sentimental than just telling

says, nodding. “I get to make that request at least, don’t

sighing happily. ” Whatever the groom wants on his wedding day –

the night. Roger reaches out and takes my hand as we drive

that 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

of the car and look at the tiny little beach cottage sitting before us. It’s lit from within by warm yellow light – I had the owner come and open it up for us so that it would be cozy when we got

knew

me over the roof of the car. I smile right back at him, so pleased that he feels precisely as I

door of the little bungalow with the white box under my arm, punching in the

seen. There’s a little kitchen space off to our left, and a sofa off to the right, but the majority of the house

blinking in surprise. I grin and follow his gaze to the beautiful bed decked out with white linens and beyond it the wall of windows

“Do you like it?”

love it,” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Do you

I say, laughing a

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