“I will care for the baby during the day,” Roger says, gesturing to the baby cradled in his arm. “At night, he’s your son.” We all laugh again, mostly because we know he’s not serious. Roger, like Sinclair, will certainly do his share of childcare without complaint, day or night. He’ll just teas
Ella It takes us longer than I know Sinclair would prefer to get out of Roger and Cora’s house that morning, mostly because Cora spent so much time freaking out, hugging me, and scolding me for not telling her immediately. But in the end they let us go, Cora wiping her eyes and Roger giving us a b
“Yes,” he murmurs, leaning down to press another kiss to my mouth. “But I’ll be back to help you christen the nest later.” He sighs and steps away, handing me a tablet off the bedside table. “Order whatever you want, but please, Ella, try not to bankrupt us.” “No promises!” I sing, leaning back ag
Ella A few hours later our entire party is gathered in the forest close to midnight, sipping champagne and mingling quietly as we wait for the hour to be right for Jesse’s baptism. We have a priestess here as well, of course, though this one is much more thoroughly vetted than the last. I’m in i
“I’ll keep him warm and safe,” Henry says, giving us a wink. “Enjoy yourselves.” “We will,” Sinclair assures him, running a hand over Rafe’s dark head before turning back to the priestess. “I can’t believe you’re going to take my little baby into the forest without me,” Cora whispers, her voice
Ella The pool we approach is wide and expansive – more of a large pond, or even a lake, really, shining below the open sky. I tilt my head curiously at I look at it, remembering Cora describing the pool as small and well tucked away in the forest. This one… Well. Maybe it’s different every time
And so I watch, and my joy deepens when I start to realize that next to Jesse and Rafe, in every vision as they grow older, there’s a little girl too – A little girl with a heart-shaped face and rose gold hair – between her brother and her cousin at all times, laughing with them, fully engaged wit
Ella “Ella, you can’t just demand –“ But I glare at Sinclair, slicing my hand through the air and shaking my head as I realize that he can’t hear what I’m hearing. And the first thing that comes to my ears… Is a laugh. “All right, little daughter,” a soft voice says, and I instantly recogn