SWNOVELS Chapter 489
Chapter 489 – Time is getting shorter
Five and a half months later
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There is a strange atmosphere in the palace today and I admit that I don't know how to feel, because everything is half fear and
half expectation.
At least, that's how it is for everyone else.
For me? For me it's just a huge discomfort.
“She,” Cora scolds as I try to bend down and pick up one of Rafe's socks off the floor. "Let me
to do that - "
"I can do it!" I gasp, reaching for it.
But then I stumble and almost fall, and Cora grabs me by the shoulders.
"Enough!" —He snaps, shaking his head at me. “Back to the nest! Stop getting out of this! Are
six full months pregnant, Ella, full term! For God's sake, if you fall, I'm afraid you'll fall.
You split like a watermelon and spill it on the baby.
“That might be better,” I mutter, looking at the errant sock and doing as my sister says, returning to my
bed. “This baby is big and I don't really want to take him out.”
“Well, what did you expect?” Cora says, placing the sock in a basket and walking behind me to the bed.
“You decided to have babies with the most gigantic man I have ever seen.”
“First,” I say, holding up a finger as I sink into my bed and begin to tuck my legs under my feet.
sheets, “I didn't choose to have children with that gigantic man, I chose a nice, thin sperm donor for myself.”
my first child...
“Yeah, well, you chose to have the second baby,” Cora reminds me, raising an eyebrow as she sits on the edge of the chair.
bed.
“And second,” I say, choosing to ignore his logic, “Rafe was a little baby. It's not my fault that she's happy
to stay as long as possible.” I sigh, rest my head against the pillows and put my hands
on each side of my belly.
“Poor sister,” Cora coos, reaching out to caress my stomach as well. “She will be here very
soon".
What Cora says is true. I've already been in labor for a couple of hours. I have mild and irregular contractions that,
according to Cora, they are unlikely to be Braxton Hicks at this late stage. So the girl will arrive soon,
even if she's taking her time with this too.
“Do you remember how crazy that was?” I say softly, my mind drifting back to the past. “When was Rafe born?”
“Yes,” she answers. "You miss him?"
I look at her through my eyelids, smiling a little. “Do I miss almost dying and fearing for my life, having to
stop and give birth in a strange palace because the roads to the hospital were blocked?”
She shrugs her shoulders. "Good and you?"
“Maybe a little,” I mutter, and then laugh, shaking my head. “It was all very exciting. The poor girl
“It also needs a scandal.”
“We'll make a big deal out of it,” Cora says, running her hand comfortingly over my stomach. "Besides,
In two months we will have his baptism, and then it will be Aunt Cora's revenge.”
“Cora,” I moaned. “Honestly, it wasn't that bad -”
“I'm going to come back soaked,” she says, smiling at me, “covered in mud, with a crazy story about the future of your life.”
daughter…"
“You know,” I say, sitting up on my elbows and looking at her, “you don't have to be her godmother…”
“Oh, whatever, Ella,” Cora says, rolling her eyes and laughing. “As if you had other friends.”
“I have many friends – -“I protest, with my mouth open, but our completely unserious fight ends
abruptly when the door opens and our colleagues enter, with our children in their arms.
Rafe turns in Sinclair's arms and lets out a small cry of happiness when he sees me. "Mother!" He calls me,
raising his hands above his head and then leaning down to reach me.
“Whoa, kid,” Sinclair says, laughing and catching Rafe before he throws himself to the ground in his eagerness to get to me.
When they're halfway across the room, Sinclair pulls Rafe to his feet and he stumbles toward the bed,
Breaking my heart because of how cute he is.
“Hey, Rafey!” I call, approaching him. He hits the side of the bed and laughs, reaching out to me,
and Cora obliges by picking him up so he can crawl towards me and snuggle into my arms.
“God, when did it get so big?” Cora murmurs, shaking her head at Rafe.
“Don't remind me,” I say with a sigh, pulling my little one closer and giving him a big kiss on the head. He is
one now. I cried the whole day of his birthday. Honestly, Sinclair was a little scared.
“He's a braggart,” Roger says, his voice a little bitter as he sits next to Cora with Jesse on his lap.
Sinclair moves to the other side of the bed so he can sit in his spot next to me.
“Roger is just jealous,” he says, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek. “Because Rafe is faster than
“Jesse.”
“Jesse is six months old,” Cora says, rolling her eyes at the dads.
“It could be faster for six months,” Sinclair says dryly, trying to contain his smile.
“Don't worry, Jesse,” Roger says lovingly to his son, gently stroking the silky brown hair that
It has started to grow in his head. “Someday you will beat that meatball; you are lighter and faster.
I burst out laughing at my family's ridiculousness, shaking my head at them all. “I can't believe you're
debating which kid is going to win a foot race,” I say, “when I'm lying here in agony…”
“She's not in agony,” Cora says, waving a dismissive hand, “at least not yet…”
“In agony,” I insist, reaching out to pat him on the arm.
“I'm sorry, my queen,” Sinclair sighs, wrapping his arms around me. “But the good news is that everything is resolved
for now. Roger and I have cleared our calendars, so now there's nothing to do but
focus on you.
“Yeah, you better make it fun,” Roger jokes. “When Cora was in labor, there were drinks; you have to
live up to this, Ella.”
Cora laughs and punches her partner, shaking her head at him. She shudders and then falls onto the mattress in
feigned agony, taking Jesse with him and making the baby laugh, mumbling something about a wife and mother
abusive
I laugh at them but turn to put my head on Sinclair's shoulder. “How are you doing there?” Asked.
"All good?"
“There's nothing to worry about,” he murmurs.
“I know,” I say quietly, looking at him closely. “It doesn't mean he doesn't want to know. He is also my nation.”