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#Chapter 386 – By the Fire

Ella

The trip improves by leaps and bounds the moment we stop at the campground for the night.

“Finally,” I sigh, taking a deep breath of the fresh air as I climb down the steps of the RV, my

baby curled in my arm and looking around him with bright and interested eyes. “It’s good to be on

steady ground again.”

“Remind me never to take you on a boat,” Sinclair murmurs, coming down the stairs behind me.

If you didn’t like this…you won’t respond well to that.”

“Yes sir,” I say passively, smiling down at the baby, who frees one of his arms and reaches out

into the cool evening air, clasping his fingers at a firefly who passes close by. I don’t mention that

I liked the sea voyage to the desert much more than I liked this, even though the accommodations

weren’t as nice.

“What about this?” Sinclair murmurs as he steps down the final step and comes to stand behind

me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I smile as I lean back against his chest. “Is the forest

an improvement?”

I look around our isolated campsite, lit with grey and blue tones in the dying light of the day. I

smile at what I see, appreciating the cool air and the blinking light of the fireflies that float lazily

through the space.

“Yes,” I say with a decisive nod. “This will do quite well.”

“Good,” Sinclair replies, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before releasing me and moving to a

luggage compartment low on the RV. I watch as he opens it and begins pulling out camping gear –

chairs, a cooler, some bags with extra snacks and bug spray.

“Oh!” I say, surprised by it all as my mate begins to set it all up around a burned-out ring where a

fire goes. “Oh, we’re very prepared.”

“Of course we are,” Roger says, climbing out of the RV with Cora behind him. When he reaches. the

ground, Roger flicks the switch that prepares Henry’s little elevator. “We’re always ready to go

glamping in this family.”

I laugh at the term, settling into a chair that Sinclair waves me towards, smiling down at the baby “What

do you think, Rafe?” I whisper to him “Do you like glamping?” He gives a happy little coo in response

and I laugh, grinning up at his father. “I think that’s a yes

“Kid has taste,” Sinclair says, winking at me as he continues his work

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We’re all settled around a ! much faster than I thought was possible and ! anile as I watch

“They only cook,” Henry whispers, leaning over to Cora and I and giving us a smile, “when it’s

outdoors. Otherwise, they’re not interested.”

“Not true!” Sinclair protests, his eyes still on the fire.

“Absolutely true!” Roger chimes in, making us laugh. “If I’m making food, it’s grilled. Otherwise. I’m

getting takeout.”

“Guess your baby is gonna eat a lot of hotdogs,” I murmur to Cora.

“And eggrolls,” she adds, sighing. Then she looks over at me from her chair next to mine. “You know I

can’t cook either.”

I shrug. “Maybe we can make them hire us chefs,” I consider. She raises her eyebrows, pleased at the

idea, and we both grin.

It continues like this long into the night – the family gathered happily around the fire, talking about

nothing and everything, chatting lightly about what we’ll be doing in our mutual future but not touching

on any of the big, scary subjects that lurk behind the conversation. We all know that they’re there, after

all – and we all simultaneously decide to leave them untouched for the moment.

Instead, tonight is just about laughter, and fun, and spending time together.

I moan a little as I bite into a smore that Sinclair hands me, the marshmallow burned to a crisp just the

way I like it. “Oh my god,” I murmur, closing my eyes as I chew. “This is so good, I can barely stand it.”

“You’re dripping,” Sinclair laughs, “you’re going to get marshmallow all over the baby -”

“I don’t care,” I murmur, shaking my head and refusing to open my eyes as I take another bite – He

won’t mind -”

Sinclair laughs again as he comes and lifts Rafe from my arms I let him, wanting to be alone. with my

s’more anyway Cora, Roger, and Henry laugh as well as Sinclair walks Rafe away from me,

apologizing in a loud murmur for how messy and inconsiderate his mother is I wave a hand at him,

dismissing him and his words, knowing that he’s kidding anyway

Regretfully, I finish my s’more and look around at my family, watching them quietly Henry watches

Sinclair and his grandchild while Cora and Roger sit close to each other, not talking but clearly

connected in this peaceful moment

“It’s ruce out here Cora says, wrapping her arms around herself and smiling around at our dark Camp 7

didn’t think I’d like sitting outside in the dink by a tie as much as this

dark

“Something primal about pantele Roger murs to sing a hand to play with Cora s hair

murmurs

“Yeah,” she says, looking up at the stars and then turning her head to look at Roger, beaming at

him.

I can’t help my own smile from crossing my face as I watch them. And then, as they stare at each

other, I decide that that’s my cue.

As quiet as I can, I stand up from my little camping chair and send a pulse down my bond with

Sinclair. He looks up at me, curious and I nod my head first towards the RV and then towards

Roger and Cora, who begin talking quietly. My mate follows my gaze and then nods his

understanding. He walks to his father and puts a hand on his back, leaning down to speak a whispered

word.

Then, one by one, as stealthily as we can – which is not very stealthy, considering Henry has to

be lifted into the RV with a noisy platform – the three of us and the baby make our way back into

the little mobile house, leaving Cora and Roger alone by the fire to have a moment to themselves.

“What do you think they’re talking about,” I say to Sinclair as he climbs last into the RV, pulling

the door shut behind him, the baby still curled in his arms. I’m sitting in the little kitchen nook,

peering out the window at Roger and Cora through the tinted window.

“Isn’t that their business, little spy?” he says, coming to sit with me on the plush leather. Henry,

perhaps wanting to give us our own moment, rolls his way back to the bedroom, making some

excuse about wanting to watch some television, though we both know he doesn’t watch TV.

“Yes,” I sigh, looking up at my mate and reaching for my baby, who Sinclair passes into my arms

“But you know I always want to know.”

Sinclair laughs. “Do you know,” he murmurs, slipping his arms low around me and pulling the

baby and I warmly against hin, resting his chin on my shoulder so that he too can look out at Cora

and Roger, “I never cared as much about the details of my brother’s love life until you came along ”

“Why not,” I say, still peering out at them. “Roger’s hot. He probably has had lots of interesting

girlfriend drama -”

“Roger’s hot?” Sinclair asks, his body going stiff behind me, just a little bit.

“What?” I ask, turning to him, confused now.

“You think my brother’s hot?”

I burst out laughing, lifting a hand to my mate’s face “Dominic,” I say, shaking my head at him

Your brother is hot It’s an ostensible fact not my opinion

“Still.” he growls, pulling me tighter “I don’t like to hear you say it”

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“Oh?” I inquire with a smirk “And what would you have me say instead?

That all men, beside me, are nonexistent. Or disgusting swamp creatures

I burst out laughing again at this, tilting my head back.

Sinclair laughs along with me and I tuck myself even closer to him, grinning up into his face. “I

promise,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his mouth, “all men, next to you, actually are disgusting swamp

creatures. But, for Cora’s sake, I’m glad Roger’s hot.”

Sinclair’s chest hums for a moment as he considers my point but then he nods sharply, finding

this acceptable.

I quirk my head to the side, a question coming to me quite suddenly. “Do you think Cora’s pretty?”

“What?” he asks, pulling back a little, aghast.

I grin. “It’s just a question.”

“Ella,” he says, looking at me as if I’m strange and shaking his head. “I’ve never even thought

about it. I don’t look at her that way.”

“Really?” I ask, curious. “You don’t look at other women?”

“No,” he says, shaking his head seriously. “It’s not it doesn’t even cross my mind anymore. All of those

parts of my focus are directed solely at you. It doesn’t even enter my mind to think if I’m

attracted to anyone else – it doesn’t matter.”

“Oh,” I say, raising my eyebrows, surprised and pleased. Then I smile at him. “Well, that’s very

nice to hear.”

“You’re it for me, Ella,” Sinclair murmurs, putting a hand on my cheek and turning my face up to him.

Then, quite softly, he presses a kiss to my mouth. “You’re the only one who matters, who will

matter, ever.”

“Same for me, my love,” I whisper back to him, and then I kiss him again, for real

The kiss sweeps through me – fast, hot. My heart rate increases and I find myself panting much sooner

than I thought I’d be.

“Shit,” Sinclair sighs, glancing around the very public room in which we’re sitting.

“Dream state?” I suggest, grimacing a little. Because I think we both know that we’d rather…

“Yes,” he sighs, standing up to rearrange the furniture in the living area and turn it into a little bedroom,

though he glances with a grimace at the little twin bed where we know his father will sleep “Though

next vacation,” he says, sending me a frustrated glance, “were going alone And

there will be doors”

“Agreed,” I say with a sigh And then I spend the new few mutes getting the baby ready for bed

bedroom.