#Chapter 309 – the Note

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 the room. “You do agree with me though, right?” I ask quietly. “All jokes aside?” Sinclair takes a minute to consider and then he nods, his eyes still closed. “I think they should sort it out themselves,” he answers quietly. “But I agree, Ella – if he’s not willing to take her whether or not she can give him children…he should let her find someone who will.” “Thank you, Dominic,” I respond, my voice barely audible, sending a little pulse of sincere gratitude down our bond. He sends love back. And then we both relax, our bodies falling into a deeper rhythm of breathing that carries us near sleep. Sleep that’s interrupted, suddenly, by the sound of the doorbell below.