Ella I hear Sinclair sigh heavily next to me, murmuring “Ella…” But I ignore him, my eyes fasted on Hank, who blushes a deep red at the door and looks down at his shoes. I don’t say a word, though, or make this any easier on him. Instead, I wait patiently for an answer. “Cora is,” he murmurs, aw
“Oh,” I say, reaching for it, my eyes suddenly filled with sharp tears. “Oh, I miss them…” I bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve been so distracted – I haven’t even kept up with everyone as well as I should have – “No no,” Sinclair says
For the next two weeks, Sinclair and I don’t get much sleep. Instead, our precious. Darling. Wonderful. Amazing. Bundle. Of. Joy…tortures us until we’re basically mindless drones, trying to figure out what he wants and giving it to him as soon as possible. “Oh my god,” I say to Sinclair one night
Smiling to myself, I say a little prayer of thanks and go to grab the milk out of the fridge. “Chocolate?” someone asks, and I give a little shriek, jumping in the air and spinning around – looking everywhere for the intruder. I’m still panting and on edge when my eyes land on Roger, grinning at me
“Welcome,” a priestess says, coming out of the temple and giving us a big smile. I return her smile eagerly, walking up the stairs carrying the car seat and introducing our party. She knows who we are, of course – nobody could mistake Sinclair for anyone else anymore, not with his face all over the
As I look at Cora, though, I’m shocked to see that she’s clearly uncomfortable. I frown, confused and a little frustrated. This was in no way out of her comfort zone, as far as I knew – all she had to do was carry a baby into the woods a little distance. What the hell was going on? When the priest
Sinclair I move quickly through the paperwork that the priestess gives us, half of my attention on Ella and Cora across the room. Rafe isn’t hungry yet – I know this for sure, and I know that Ella knows too. He ate on the way here, in the car. So, what he hell is she up to? I hand the paperwork b
“Exactly,” I respond, nodding. We’re silent for a moment, looking over at the girls, each thinking our private thoughts. But after a moment, Roger asks a question of his own. “Wait,” he says, frowning at me. I start out of my reverie, looking at him. “If we’re Codger,” he muses, “…what are you?”