Chapter 397


    #Chapter 397 – A New Home E


    A few dayster, after Sinir 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 Sinir, shifting my baby higher in my arm. “Theyouin him is


    starting toe out.”


    Sinir 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. ” “Don’t count on it,” Sinir sighs. “I got


    my growth spurt early. He’ll be taller than you by fourth grade.” “No,” I gasp, spinning to look up at him


    in horror. My mate just shrugs,ughing at me and implying that it’s inevitable, but then he lifts his chin


    towards the driveway where Roger’s car is pulling in. I take a deep breath as I turn to watch them, and


    then I consider something out loud. ” Do you know,” I say, “I’ve never actually seen Roger’s apartment.”


    They’ve been staying there for the past few days, Cora happy to abandon her own rather nd


    apartment. “You’re better off,” Sinir replies, raising his eyebrows. “Bachelor city.” “Neon signs?” I


    ask, wrinkling my nose. ( Collection ofmemorative beer sses?” “Everything you’re imagining,”


    Sinir sighs, sinking his hands into his pockets as Cora and Roger park and climb out of their car, and


    worse.” “Barf,” I murmur, and then I look back down at my baby again.


    “Don’t worry, Rafey. We’ll never let you live like that.” “Hi!” Cora says cheerfully,ing over to us and


    kissing me on the cheek before snatching Rafe out of my arms, cooing to her godson and saying hello.


    “What, nothing for me?” Sinir says, grinning – while he’s clearly pleased that she, like us, loves the


    baby so much, he’s not turning away the opportunity to tease her. Cora just waves a dismissive hand at


    Sinir while Roger likewise kisses me on the cheek and gives his brother a hug. “Is there breakfast?”


    Roger asks. “Cora can’t cook. I’m starving – haven’t eaten for days.”


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    “My skillsy elsewhere!” Cora calls over her shoulder, dancing away a little to show Rafe some of the


    little flowers that are starting to sprout up in the garden. ” Sure,” Sinir says,ughing and nodding


    towards the open door behind us. “Come on in. We made some changes we’re curious to see what you


    think.” “Really?” Roger asks as the three of us troupe in together, Cora following behind with the baby.


    “You weren’t satisfied with the blood-and- horror theme that you’d gone with in your bedroom?”


    But his mouth falls open, his saucy attitude leaving him as he looks around the living room at the


    entrance of our house, which has beenpletely redecorated in shades of blue and grey with


    luxurious brown leather furniture. “Wow,” he says, his eyes going wide. “You guys you really worked


    fast with some changes,” “Do you like them?” I ask eagerly, winding my arm tightly around Sinir’s as


    Coraes to my side.


    “Iloveit,” she says, looking around at the antique Audubon bird prints that we’ve used to decorate the


    walls. “It’s so…simple, and chic. But also warm.” She looks at me with both love and jealousy in her


    eyes. “You’re so good at this stuff, E,” she sighs. “I wish I could do this.”


    “It’s a gift,” I say,ughing as I throw my hair over my shoulder. “Come look upstairs!” And then I grab


    her hand and pull her and the baby after me. I can hear Roger and Sinir following behind us. “I see


    that you’ve kept the stair lift,” Cora murmurs,ughing a little. “Well, that’s useful for Henry,” I say as we


    reach the top of the steps, tossing a grin over my shoulder. “Plus, very fun.” Then I pull her into the


    bedroom, which has likewise been totally redone in a thousand shades of white, beige, and blush. Cora


    gasps when she sees the gigantic bed with its too-plushforter, the cozy white fur rug, even the


    electric firece that we’ve had installed on one wall. “Oh my god,” she sighs, stepping into the room


    and turning around. Then, she sees the closet, which we’ve had.pletely refitted to better


    amodate two people’s clothing.


    “This is incredible,” Roger agrees, stepping into the room and looking around with what I can only think


    of as jealousy in his own eyes. I p a little, jumping up at down as I see them admire the space.


    “Though I have to admit,” he says, turning back to his brother. “This doesn’t feel asyouas thest room


    did.”


    Sinir just shrugs, a little smirk on his lips. “We decided it was time for a change.” “E,” Cora says,


    frowning as she peeks into the closet – which now has a chandelier, a station for jewelry, and a full-


    length mirror…but no clothing in it, not a single piece. “Why… why is this empty?” She turns back to the


    room as well. “And where is all of Rafe’s stuff? His changing table – his bass -” And I squeal a little


    bit as I see her figuring out our surprise.


    “We decided,” Sinir repeats, “that it was time for a ratherbigchange.”


    Cora stares at us confused. But Roger gasps, putting it all together faster than his mate. “Oh, my god,”


    he moans, stumbling back a step and looking around at the room again. He focuses, in particr, on


    the painting that we ced above the firece. It’s subtle still in light colors to match the rest of the


    room – but clearly portrays a summer storm above a forest. “No, guys – you didn’t -” ”


    What?” Cora asks again,ing to my side, and I take her hand. “We’re moving into the pce, Cora,”


    I say softly, beaming at her. “We want…we did all of this for you.” “What!?” she gasps, apparently


    unable to think of any other words as she raises a shaky hand to her mouth. “What are you what do


    you…” And then she turns in the room, looking around at everything – all of the things I picked out just


    for her. And I feel a thrill of joy radiate out from my heart as I watch my sister’s eyes fill with tears.


    “We’ll get you all the baby stuff,” I say quietly, “a littleter. But we thought…for now, you might want to


    just settle in the two of you…” “It’s too much,” Roger says, sitting down hard on the bed as he


    continues to stare around the room, shaking his head. “Dominic – we can’t -” “You have to,” Sinir


    says with a shrug. “Paperwork’s all finished. It’s out of my hands now – your problem.”


    He smacks his hands together as if dusting them off, proving his point as he smiles at his brother.


    “E,” Cora says, a little sob hitching in her throat as she steps close to me and lets me wrap my arms


    around her.


    “I’m so happy to be able to give you a home, Cora,” I whisper to her. “What we always wanted as kids.


    What webothhave now.


    At that, she really does burst into sobbing tears, and Iugh and hold her close, feeling a couple slip


    down my cheeks as well. I look over at Roger, feeling a little undone to see him wiping at his own eyes.


    “Thanks, Dominic,” he says, and I grin at the fact that the brother we usually can’t get to shut up has


    nothing left to say. “This was…this was so nice.” “We love you, brother,” Dominic says, patting his back


    and looking down at him. “You do have to name the kid after me, though.” “No way!” Cora protests


    through her sobs, not letting that slide. “Middle name,” Roger murmurs, smiling up at his brother. “For


    sure.” And Dominicughs, and so do I.


    Our eyes meet and I don’t even need to pass an emotion down the bond to know that he feels exactly


    the same as me: so grateful for our siblings, so excited for them, and so, sohappy to be able to give


    them their first home in which to raise their child.


    “Thanks for getting me out of that apartment,” Cora murmurs into my neck, making meugh. “It was so


    bad.” “Which one?” I ask, grinning. ” Yours or his?” “Both,” she sighs. “Does this mean you two are


    moving into the pce?” Roger asks, finding his feet again and taking a steadying breath.” Yup,”


    Sinir replies, wrapping an arm around his brother’s shoulders, “Right after breakfast.”


    “Oh, so there really is food,” Cora says, lifting her head and looking a little eagerly towards the door.


    “You two,” I say, shaking my head and walking with her over to it.” You’re going to have to learn how to


    feed yourselves. And the baby.” “We’ll y it by ear,” she concedes, grinning, and then we all head


    down the steps for our final meal in our house.


    Or, I think, smiling to myself, the first of many in Roger and Cora’s.