“So?” I say, turning a little to look at Sinclair, finding his eyes already on me. “Is it done?” “It is,” he replies with a little sigh. Then he reaches for the remote and presses a few buttons, turning on the television that hangs on the far wall. The channel immediately turns to a news venue,

“Mostly,” I say, trying to be casual. Because I know what she’s getting at here and it’s not something I’m ready to chat about. I haven’t even told Sinclair what I’m trying to do, let alone Cora. “Sometimes I breastfeed before bed – helps him sleep.” It’s a lie, though. I stopped doing that a fe

“Seriously, Ella?” Roger says, leaning forward to look at me with eyes full of doubt. “You’re telling me that if you had a beautiful little girl with rose-gold hair and a sweet little angel face, you’d want to ship her away to a military academy?” I hesitate, because I know that if I had a littl

I laugh again, pulling Sinclair’s face back up to mine and kissing him, passing all my own joy down the bond. Because this moment – I’ve been waiting for it my whole life. A little surprise baby, much desired and already much loved – Sinclair kisses me back with all the love in his heart, holdin

Rafe grins at me and I laugh, because the way he looks at me when I talk – god, it’s as if he’s already starting to understand. I spend a few quiet moments with my son, thinking about how he’s going to react when there’s a little baby around – And quite suddenly my eyes fill with tears when