#Chapter 397 – A New Home

Ella A few days later, after Sinclair and I have had some time to dwell and consult and decide, we invite Roger and Cora over to our little house early one morning. We’re both standing out front waiting for them, Rafe all dressed up in blue and white in my arms. I grin down at my baby, so pleased to finally be back home, to be able todresshim in all of the clothes I ordered for him during my long weeks of bedrest. This kid has an amazing wardrobe already, but of course he wasn’t able to wear it – and heartbreakingly grew out of some of it – during our time away in the bunker. “He’s getting really big,” I murmur to Sinclair, shifting my baby higher in my arm. “Theyouin him is starting to come out.” Sinclair grins and looks down at the baby. “He’ll be six feet in no time. My little linebacker.” “Better not be,” I grumble, but I’m unable to help from smiling down at my little cutie. “He needs to stay my little beachball baby for awhile yet. At least another sixteen years.” “Do