Chapter 302: Moonlight Baptism

“Well,” Henry answers, hesitating. “Cora and Roger will see the prophecy.”

My face falls a little when I realize the implications of this. “Really? Unfair,” I declare, pouting.

Henry laughs a little along with me. “It will bring them closer to him, give them a bond.”

“Well,” I sigh, “I want them to have that. What sort of things do you learn, though? Do you share them

with the parents?”

“If you choose,” Henry shrugs. “I always did. And Sinclair and Roger’s godparents shared with me, for

which I was grateful.”

“What did they tell you?” I ask, curious.

“That Sinclair would be a great leader of men,” Henry says, looking down at the baby again, clearly

remembering his baby who looked so like this one. “That was no surprise. But Roger, that was…”

I pause, curious, suddenly fascinated. “What did they say?”

He hesitates and then meets my eye. “I never even told Roger about it. But they told me that his

destiny laid less with who he was, and more with the children he would sire. The many children, who

would be…” he looks away a bit, trying to sort his thoughts, “it was hard to understand. But something

about a set of extraordinary children who would bring much joy to the world.”

My stomach drops at this, though I work hard to keep it off my face.

I guess Cora was right.

Being a father is important to Roger – his destiny, even. And if Cora can’t give him children… Henry

meets, my eyes, perhaps understanding the direction of my thoughts. He takes my hand,

“The goddess gives us many mysteries, Ella,” he says quietly. “Don’t think too hard on her messages

they often present themselves in the most surprising ways.”

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“You’re right,” I say, giving him a little smile, fighting against my own disappointment. I sit up straighter

in my chair, smiling down at my baby, who’s staring up at me with his wide eyes, which are just starting

to turn green. “Besides, today is about this little one. And his future.”

“Precisely right,” Henry says, peeking over at him again. “And his future is very, very bright. This I know

for sure.”

Our house is filled with people later that evening, and my heart is full to bursting to see all of them –

especially Isabel, James, and Sadie, who I think I hugged for a solid fifteen minutes when they arrived.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to catch up with them as much as I wanted to, as I have to greet all of our

guests and introduce Rafe around to his new friends and family. But still, Isabel and I make plans to

have a good long talk later this week before Cora comes to stand with her, giving me a wink to let me

know that she has our visitors in good hands.

I’m almost breathless with excitement and stress as the time approaches. Anxious, I straighten the top

of my glittering silver gown, which I picked expressly for the occasion. It’s perhaps too much for a trip to

the woods, but we’ll be having champagne later – and then everyone coming back to the house to

celebrate all evening – so it seemed right that we be formal tonight

But was it right? God, I don’t know. I’ve never held a midnight baptism before.

“Calmly,” Sinclair says, coming up behind me, looking gorgeous in his tuxedo. He rests two reassuring

hands on my shoulders. “Everything is in order, Ella – you don’t need to micromanage everything. It’s

all going smoothly.”

I laugh and shake my head, grateful that my mate can read my mind in more ways than one. “I just

want everything to go smoothly, and everyone to have a nice time, and to make sure that everyone

gets enough time with Rafe –”

“Not necessary,” he whispers in my ear, and I can feel him smiling as he does it. “You don’t need to be

everything to everyone, trouble. They’re here to help you. You could have come down in pajamas ten

minutes before the ceremony, with baby vomit streaked down your shirt, and no one would have

cared.”

“I would have cared,” I say, turning on him with wide eyes. “Ew!”

He laughs, drawing me in for a quick kiss. “What I mean, Ella, is that you should just calm down and

enjoy the night. It’s for us, as much as for him. The guests are just happy to be along for the fide.”

“You’re right,” I murmur, smiling against his lips and then looking down at my happy baby in my arms. “I

need to…live in the moment.”

“Right,” he says, putting an arm around my shoulders and moving towards the door. “It’s good that you

figured that out now, because it’s time to go.”

“Oh!” I say, surprised, looking around at everyone who is likewise streaming towards the entrance,

towards the two vans waiting to take us all out in the woods. “Oh, Dominic!” I say, spinning in his arms

and looking towards the kitchen. “Did we remember the champagne – and all the glasses –”

“Packed, Ella,” he says, looking down at me with a stern little smile. “Stop. Turn. Enjoy.”

I take a deep breath and look up at him with wide eyes, making him laugh. “I’ll try. I really will.”

He nods and bends down a little to grab Rafe’s car seat, waiting by the door. “You try, I’ll be here to

help. We’ve got this, little mate.”

I grin, standing on my tiptoes and turning my face up for another kiss, happy when my mate obliges.

“Thank you, Dominic,” I whisper, and then we’re out the door,

Off to the woods.

We arrive about forty minutes later and I’m thrilled to see that our guests are having a good time and

that the baby is, miraculously, sleeping soundly in his car seat. I bite my lip, hoping he wakes up for the

actual dedication part, though…

Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter if he’s awake or not. Cora and Roger have to do all the work, Rafe just

has to…be there.

“Ready?” Cora says, leaning across the aisle of the van and smiling at me.

“Are you?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at her. She nods eagerly. I lean closer, lowering my voice further,

though I know it’s more of a gesture than an effective way to pass a secret in this van full of wolves with

enhanced hearing. “And are you two…” I glance furtively at Rodger.

Cora gives me a happy little nod. “We’re all good, Ella,” she says, smiling. I narrow my eyes and

wonder if she’s lying for my sake. My sister reads my mind, though, and laughs at me. “Seriously!” she

says eagerly. “All good. We’re here for Rafe, anyway.”

“Okay,” I say, my eyes still narrowed at her as I stand up and begin to unbuckle Rafe from his chair and

lift him into my arms. Then, as a group, we all disembark from the vans. A special lift lowers Henry to

the ground and, when he gives me a thumbs–up to let me know he’s ready, we all spill out into the

woods, preparing ourselves to dedicate my son to the Goddess.