Ella Dawn lights the horizon when the door creeks open and Sinclair comes back into the room. My eyes go immediately to him from my place sitting up in bed where I’ve spent way, way too many hours alone gazing down at my little baby. Sinclair pushes the broken door shut and sighs before he
“You have to find a way to be that stronger man, Dominic,” I say quietly, shaking my head at him. “For me, for your children,” I shrug, looking down at sleeping Rafe. “Because this isn’t going to be the only challenge we face, and your only solution can’t be to shift into your wolf and go out to mur
Ella I frown at him, starting to get angry again. “What does that even mean, Dominic!? You just know – well obviously if I just knew, then I’d have told you definitively yes or no!” “Well, maybe you do know and you’re trying to spare my feelings!” My eyes go wide then and I lean forward
“I mean, I like him a great deal,” I say, giving a little shrug, “and he’s very handsome –“ Sinclair growls at this and I swat at him, scowling a little. “Would you stop?” I scold, “again, like with what I said about Roger being hot, it’s just an observation – it is a fact that Calvin is a very
Cora Roger and I are quiet the next morning as we go through our breakfast routine in the kitchen. It’s not an awkward sort of quiet, just…us thinking our own thoughts while staying very close to one another. We stayed up late last night, first attending to the baby. Roger was heartbroken, t
And I laugh as my gorgeous mate carries me upstairs, and into the bedroom, and slams the door shut behind us. Roger and I thoroughly enjoy our morning off, so much so that we’re still laying in bed chatting hours later, all wrapped up in each other. I slip my fingers through his hair, only half
Cora “All right, Ella!” I call as I troop down the stairs, dressed for the day, Roger following behind. “In here!” she calls, peeking out from the living room and giving me a big smile. “Also, sorry,” she adds, grimacing a bit. “We were very rude, bursting in here like that, weren’t we?”
“Because,” she says, biting her lip a little. “We were kind of hoping that you could…ask mom.” “Oh!” I say, blinking in surprise a little. “How…how do I do that?” She shrugs a little. “You just like…call to her.” “What,” Roger says, and I look up again to see him smirking. “Like, she jus