#Chapter 475- 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 – ”

and, grinning, I peer beyond Roger to see her starting up the steps, leaning hard against the

carrying out

just use the stair lift chair?” I ask,

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

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

says. “Someone sane is here. Can

into her, Ella?” Roger calls from the bottom of the steps, and I turn to

to me just very pregnant and in the early stages of labor.

to keep a little smile from his mouth, clearly enjoying seeing his big brother all freaked out. “This idea of a home birth was a terrible idea – what

she 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,

Roger growls, starting to follow us up the stairs. Sinclair comes with him

where I place her toast on the side table before lifting Rafe more securely into my arms. Cora climbs into

idea,” she says with a sigh after she gives Rafe a sweet kiss and musses his hair. “I’m perfectly healthy – there’s no reason

says, crossing his arms as he comes

glare as she settles the blankets just how she wants them. “My sister, the magical healer, is here. It’ll be fine I

him and gesturing to Rafe, who gives a happy little squeak. “Or, well, a palace birth, even if it wasn’t our home yet. And everything turned out

slack as he stares at me.

the side as I remember it. “Oh yeah!” I laugh a little,

always

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

this time, and I see Sinclair clench his jaw to keep from laughing

at Roger’s turned back, but I turn back to Cora when I hear her moan a little. ”

answers tightly, taking a deep

“Did your water break?”

murmur to

quickly to

Cora growls, lifting her head to glare

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