Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 485- Jesse’s Baptism

Ella

A few hours later our entire party is gathered in the forest close to midnight, sipping champagne and mingling

quietly as we wait for the hour to be right for Jesse’s baptism. We have a priestess here as well, of course, though

this one is much more thoroughly vetted than the last.

I’m in incredibly good spirits as I look around at our party of loved-ones, truly enjoying my night, but when my eyes

fall on Cora I see that she’s gnawing her lip a bit with anxiety.

“Oh, Cors,” I sigh, reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder. I glance over at where Roger is standing a few

feet away next to Henry with the baby in his arms, both of them talking with Sinclair, who has a sleeping Rafe held

tight against his shoulder. “It will be all right!”

“I know it will,” she sighs, twisting her hands together and speaking softly to me. “And that even if it’s not, it’s not

like I can change anything, you know?”

“I know,” I say, remembering how anxious I was at Rafe’s baptism. “But mom she can’t have anything really bad in

store for him. It’s going to be all good things!”

“Oh, come on, Ella,” Cora says, shooting me a little glare. “It’s not like mom gave us the easy road just because

we’re her daughters. We grew up in an orphanage. We had dark priests stalking us our whole lives.”

“But we had each other!”

“I just want my baby to have a good life,” she sighs, looking anxiously up at the sky, almost as if she can bully our

mom into giving her baby a blessing if she glares at the moon enough. “It tortures me to think that he’s going to

have to go through…half of what we did.”

“He’s going to have ups and downs, like the rest of us,” I say, wrapping my arms around my sister. “You can’t spare

him from that.”

“Yes, I can,” she growls. “I’ll just… lock him in a very comfortable little basement. Very safe, very cozy.”

I laugh and shake my head at her. ” Your baby is going to have a big life, Cora,” I say, giving her a squeeze.

“Yeah well, we’ll see how cheerful you are six months from now,” she says, reaching out to trail a little finger down

my baby bump. I grin as I look down at it, tapping on my little bond with babygirl to say hello. But she’s sleeping or

something at the moment and doesn’t reply, which is fine. I’m distracted anyway, and I like to give her my full

attention when she nudges the bond.

“I know,” I sigh, happy but knowing that Cora’s right. “I’ll be a mess then, I’m sure.”

My pregnancy thus far has gone really well. In many ways it’s not that different from my first two weeks with Rafe,

except with significantly less drama in my personal life. And while I treasured every single moment I was pregnant

with Rafe, this pregnancy? Well, it’s kind of been a dream – the kind of pregnancy I used to fantasize about. Safe,

comfortable, sharing the experience with my little family?

I’m so grateful to have gotten here.

But still, tonight is about Jesse – and as much as I could gush about my pregnancy for days, I want to focus on him.

“The hour grows close!” the priestess calls an old woman this time, dressed in the silvery-white robes of the

goddess. She gives us a warm, motherly smile and holds out her hands.

“Go time,” I say, slipping my arm to Cora’s waist and walking forward with her. Our mates meet us there in front of

the goddess, and Henry draws close as well. Our guests gather around, everyone quieting now so they can hear the

words.

Cora reaches to take Jesse from Roger’s arms and Roger hands him over readily. I dip my head and give Rafe a

little kiss on his sleeping cheek before Sinclair hands our baby over to Henry for safekeeping while we’re in the

forest.

“I’ll keep him warm and safe,” Henry says, giving us a wink. “Enjoy yourselves.”

“We will,” Sinclair assures him, running a hand over Rafe’s dark head before turning back to the priestess.

“I can’t believe you’re going to take my little baby into the forest without me,” Cora whispers, her voice breaking a

little. “I haven’t been away from him in…ever…”

“It’ll be fifteen minutes,” I say, laughing and touching my sister gently on the cheek, even though I remember

precisely what she’s feeling. I feel emotion stirring in me as well, the product of the special day combined with my

memories, combined with my love for our growing little family.

I take a deep breath and sniff, turning towards the priestess.

“You can’t start crying already,” Sinclair murmurs, his hand warm on my back.

“I can do whatever I want,” I mumble back, laughing a little. “I’m a Queen.”

He laughs with me, but we turn our attention to the priestess, who reaches out her arms for Jesse. Cora gives a half

-hearted little sigh, but passes him over, making many of our gathered friends laugh a little in understanding.

The priestess smiles down at the wide- awake little Jesse, who looks like he peers back at her curiously, seeming to

understand, somehow, that it’s an important day.

“Who presents this child for dedication?” the priestess says, smiling at the four of us.

“We do,” Roger replies, his voice steady and more serious than it usually is. “His mother and I.”