Accidental Surrogate

Ella

“Kinda wish I knew what Rafe’s power is going to be now,” I murmur as we lift Rafe’s carrier out of the car early the next morning.

Cora and Roger stayed up in their room for a few more minutes, but they came downstairs much more cheerful and ready to celebrate. I watched them carefully a long time, checking to see if they were just putting on good faces for their guests – but honestly? From everything I could see, they really decided to embrace the good news the Goddess gave them.

It was a wonderful night and a brilliant morning.

But now? Now I want to go to sleep.

“I already know what his gift is,” Sinclair says, slinging an arm around my shoulders as we start into the palace.

“You do?” I gasp, looking up into his face. But then I scowl when I see his smirk and realize that he’s kidding. ” Oh, you liar.”

“No really,” he says, raising his eyebrows at me. “His goddess-given power is just…handsome.”

“What!?” I squeak, a little aghast, my mouth falling open at this ridiculous idea.

“Come on!” Sinclair says, laughing and grinning down at me. “Look how good looking this kid is!” he continues, gesturing down at our son in his carrier, who is sleeping with a little bit of drool dribbling out the side of his mouth.

“Oh my god,” I groan, speeding up my steps and attempting to move ahead of my ridiculous mate.

“I’m serious!” Sinclair pushes, laughing, easily catching up to me with his long legs. “Didn’t you see him in that vision, all grown up? He is a handsome guy – it’s got to be his power.”

“Stop flattering yourself, Dominic,” I mutter, stepping into our elevator and jabbing the up button with my thumb. ” He looked just like you.”

“Precisely my point!” Sinclair says, wrapping my arm around my waist and tugging me close against his side as the elevator begins to raise, “he’s going to bring nations to their knees with just his smoldering gaze – ”

Rafe, rolling my eyes at Sinclair. “Your dad

of his power! He has to be prepared! He, too, is going

can’t help it at this – I burst out laughing. “Stop it!” I gasp, smacking Sinclair on the chest. “We’re trying to raise a nice

not saying that I’m wrong,” my mate says, smirking and cupping my face in his gigantic

the doors open. I bite my lip though. “But he really was handsome, wasn’t he?

me as we step into our hall. “If it’s not a gift it’s a curse. He’s going to have to keep a fly swatter at his side all the time

out laughing again at the mental image, leaning hard against my mate as my cheeks and my side begin to ache. We pass a few staff in the hallway who smile happily at us as we make our way down the

I say with a happy sigh, looking down at our kid,

to his loud mom,” Sinclair sighs, dropping a kiss on my

my sweet, floppy little baby as I gather him up in my arms.

the closet, because of course his alpha hearing caught my private conversation with

as I tuck him against my shoulder and stand to carry him into the closet, intent on getting him

me to his half-naked

lifting myself on my toes for a kiss. Sinclair gives it to me a long, lingering one, and then he pats me on the ass

even though its about seven in the morning. These baptisms – they’re exhausting, but there’s something nice about having an entire day of rest afterwards.

I sigh after I put him down, crossing my arms over my chest. “Maybe

softly, leaning in to kiss me on the side of

me,” I growl. ” Maybe I’ll gather all the children with us in bed

the bed, tugging me with him so