Chapter 408


    Chapter 408 – At the Beach


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    Cora


    When I blink my eyes open, I gasp a little at the gorgeous sight before me. Ocean stretches as far as


    the eye can see in front of me and there, at the horizon, just the tiniest sliver of a sun can be seen,


    finally taking its own rest below the horizon.


    I look to my left and right and chills stumble down my spine at the beautiful beach that stretches out in


    each direction – perfect white sand against which the surf lightly crashes, lined with palm trees and


    scrubby forest with no human buildings in sight.


    All of this beautiful, untouched nature makes the super plush beach day bed that I’m sitting on even


    more incongruous, though, and Iugh a little as I look down it. But myughter fades as I admire my


    flowing white dress, and the crisp white sheets, and the amazing warm breeze that brushes against my


    skin. The bed has four posts from which gauzy fabric flies, and candles are scattered around all of it.


    It’s so incredibly beautiful that I lose my breath. And I lose it again when I see the handsome man


    walking across the beach towards me.


    “Hey, gorgeous,” he says, grinning at me with his hands in his pockets. ” Looks like it worked.”


    Laughing in wonder now, I shake my head at my mate. “I thought – I thought it was supposed to be a


    forest!”


    Roger shrugs, looking around at the beautifulndscape, the evening breeze lifting his hair. “That’s


    E’s dream state. I guess this is yours.” Then he turns to me, the corner of his mouth lifted into a little


    smile. “Thanks for letting me in.”


    “Come sit!” I say, scooting over to make room. My mate obliges me, seating himself on the bed. I look


    him over,ughing. “Why are you dressed in linen pants?” I ask, wrinkling my nose.


    “You dressed me like this!” he protests, waving a hand at himself. “I have no control!”


    “I did not,” Iugh, shaking my head. “You look like you’re going to Margaritaville to listen to some


    Jimmy Buffet.”


    Roger res at me a little and then closes his eyes, concentrating. Between one blink and the next, his


    clothing changes so that he’s now in a more familiar ck pants and white button- down shirt, though


    it’s not as crisp as something he might wear with a suit. Definitely more beach casual.


    “Oh,” he murmurs, looking down at himself. “I guess it was me.”


    “We could have just taken it off,” I say with a shrug, scooting closer and reaching out to touch him, to


    run my hand over his shoulder and his arm. To my surprise, he feelspletely corporeal exactly as he


    does in the real world. “Can you feel that?” I ask.


    “I can,” he confirms, a little pleasant shudder passing through his body. Then he takes my chin in one


    hand and leans in to kiss me, just a soft touch of his lips on mine. “Can you feel that?”


    “Mmhmm,” I say, leaning back and grinning widely.


    “This is so cool.” Roger says, flopping back onto the bed and staring up into the sky with a wide smile


    on his face.” Now we can hang out all the time – all day and all night.”


    “Nah,” I say, leaning back as well and putting my head on his shoulder. ” Sometimes I will lock you in


    dream jail when you piss me off. And then I wille here, and have dream margaritas all by myself.”


    “Cruel,” he growls, snapping his teeth at me and making meugh. “Just as I said.”


    “Oh yeah!” I say eagerly, sitting up suddenly and looking all around as I remember where all of this


    started. ” Where’s my wolf?!”


    “I don’t know,” Roger says, sitting up next to me and likewise looking around.


    “Why don’t you know?” I ask, turning to him, confused. “Haven’t you done this before?”


    “No, Cora,” he says, rolling his eyes at me yfully. “You’re my first mate which is kind of required for


    the exercise. I have never done this before either. Everything I know about thises second-hand


    from Dominic.”


    “Oh!” I say, and then I start tough. He sits up andughs with me, even though he doesn’t know


    what’s funny.


    “What,” he murmurs, taking my face in his hands like he can’t resist and kissing me again between


    words, ” what’s so funny?”


    “It’s just so cute,” I whisper, still giggling. “Usually I feel like the na?ve one with all of this wolf and shifter


    stuff! But finally we’re on the same ying field! I get to pop your dream cherry!”


    Rogerughs along with me, nodding and kissing me and pulling me backwards on the bed with him.


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    Anytime you want, Cora,” he murmurs against my mouth as his breathing starts to get heavier. “You’re


    the boss in your own dream – I’m ready when you are.”


    “Really,” I murmur, rolling him backwards a bit so that I can straddle his hips, cing a knee on either


    side of him andying my stomach t against his. And then I run my hands through his hair, bringing


    my mouth back to his. “Anytime I want?”


    But before he can answer me, simultaneously, Roger and I both gasp, our eyes going wide. “Oh my


    god,” I say, freezing on top of my mate, staring into his face.


    “Did you,” he whispers, not even daring to blink, “did you feel that too?”


    And I sit up in a sh, my hands flying to my stomach as I look down at it. Because that that was from


    the baby-


    And then, quite suddenly and totally without warning-


    Ites again.


    A single, steady pulse of…happy.


    “Oh…oh my god,” I murmur, tears suddenly springing to my eyes. “Seriously, Cora,” Roger says, his


    voice shaking, and I turn my eyes to his face as he works to prop himself up on his elbows, “am I


    imagining this?”


    “No,” I say, shaking my head vehemently andughing a little desperateugh, “I mean unless we’re


    both imagining the same thing. Do you do you think it’s the dream?”


    “Or,” he says, reaching out to touch a tentative hand to my stomach, “is our son actually…”


    “…happy,” I finish for him.


    But we get our answer the moment Roger’s palm presses t against my stomach, because ites


    again.


    Happy…happy…


    And then I really do burst into tears, burying my face in my hands. Roger sits up, wrapping his arms


    around me, and I feel his shoulders shaking a little with his own tears.


    Because our little boy – he’s finally big enough, now, to not just be a little bundle of cells in my body –


    but instead a little person in there, feeling his own very real little feelings, big enough finally to start to


    pass them to us through the bond –


    And we’ve finally got the first one. And it absolutely shatters my heart into pieces to know that the first


    thing he’s telling us is that he’s happy.


    “Oh my god,” Roger says, still crying as he takes my face in his hands and starts to kiss me again,


    passing his own feelings along the bond to me, and along to the baby through their own bond, which is


    attached to mine. Roger sends the baby joy, and happiness, and pride, and love –


    And I send it all too –


    But then I worry that we’re overwhelming the baby, so I stop –


    “Don’t stop,” Roger says, his lips still against mine, “let him feel it.”


    So I don’t I pass my baby all the love 1 in my heart, and my excitement to meet him, and what a


    treasure he is to me already –


    And the baby starts to pass it all back to us faster now –


    Happy, happy, happy.


    And Roger and I cry harder,ughing with each other, holding each other tight.