Ella Two hours later, Sinclair and I welcome our friends back to our house for a casual breakfast and coffee – or mimosas, according to preference – to celebrate Rafe’s moonlight baptism. I can tell our guests are dragging – they’ve been up all night, after all – but spirits are high. “Wow,” I say
“Please, Ella,” she says softly, anxiously looking to where Sinclair is standing. “I’m sorry – maybe I shouldn’t have told you –“ “No,” I say, shaking my head and looking at her with a new determination on my face. “I need to know, Isabel – I’m getting strong, I need to do this sort of work. If Sin
Ella My guests surprise me by staying almost until noon. Well, at least, some of them – mostly those who started hitting the mimosas hard when we got back to the house and then moved to whiskey. After the baby wakes up and has a little lunch, I come yawning back into the front of the house, where
“Ella,” Cora says, taking me by the shoulders and giving me a little shake, though I can see a blush on her cheeks. “Let it go.” “Fine,” I lie, still frowning at her. Cora sighs and shakes her head. “I’m tired, Ella,” she says, looking towards the door and then back at me. “I’m going home, but I d
Sinclair I know it’s a little perverse, but, as I look down at my furious little spitfire mate, glaring angrily between my brother and I who outweigh her by three or four times… God damn it, but I get a little hard. She’s just so passionate, and when she’s all worked up like this all I want to do
“No,” I disagree softly, evenly. “I didn’t take his side – I just asked you to stop, because we had other guests, and I didn’t want to make Roger and Cora’s business everyone’s business.” “Is that what you’re saying I was doing?” Ella asks, getting steamed again. She opens her mouth to say more, bu
Ella I sigh and spreads my body out against Sinclair’s, tracing the lines of his body beneath his clothes. I close my eyes, relaxing, letting myself feel the warmth of him, basking in the joy of having him safe and healthy and near, of the knowledge that our baby boy is asleep on the other side of
“Sinclair,” I call, holding the baby monitor tightly between my hands. “Why –“ “Precautions,” he responds, concentrating on the note. Then, he carefully places it on the butcher block and grabs a knife, moving his body away as far as he can as he begins to carefully slice the sticky seal holding th