#Chapter 476 – Labor

Cora I narrow my eyes at Roger when he comes upstairs about forty-five minutes later. “Are you going to behave better now?” I ask, my voice tense. “Yup,” he says, leaning in the doorway with a lazy smile. I start to laugh as I look over his too-loose stature. “Is it because you’re all drunk?” My eyes shift to Sinclair as he appears in the doorway behind his brother. “Seriously, did you get him all drunk?” Sinclair, Rafe sitting up in his arms, just gives a little shrug, his mouth pulled up at the corner in a secret smile. “I am only,” Roger says, smiling as he steps into the room and holding up a hand with his thumb and pointer finger pressed very close together, “a very tiny bit drunk. Just something to steady the nerves.” Ella laughs next to me before she scoots off the bed. “All right, then,” she says, gesturing to me as she moves around the bed and reaches to take Rafe from Sinclair. “Take your spot, Roger. And stop freaking her out, okay?” “I promise,” Roger mumbles, givin