Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 341

Chapter 341 – A Quiet Night

Ella

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We had dinner a little later, and Henry got to give Cora his shocked congratulations on her pregnancy. His eyes were wet, a little, at the thought of his second grandchild, but it was all for joy. It was a wonderful evening that we all spent together surprising after such a horrible morning.

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Tomorrow, I know, we have a lot to think about and decide. But tonight? Tonight I just want to sleep in my mate’s arms and get some rest under the knowledge that nobody is going to attack us and try to take my baby.

I’m tired, then, when Sinclair and I head back to our room with little Rafe in my arms, already asleep. A’s Sinclair opens the door for us I give a little wave to my sister and Roger, who are sleeping a few doors down.

“Aw,” I say, looking up at Sinclair as we walk into the room. “I’m jealous. I want to get knocked up.”

“What!?” Sinclair exclaims, laughing as he moves across the room to the little table where we’ve unpacked our clothes, eager to get ready for bed.

I pout as I move to the little makeshift cradle waiting by our bed that Henry instructed Sinclair’s men to make for us this afternoon, laying my sleeping baby down on the thin, firm mattress waiting there for him.

little jealous!” I declare, laughing

at him. “You do realize that you just gave birth to our perfect little baby, and that it was an incredibly complicated and dramatic pregnancy.

be pregnant – at least, not right now. Not yet. I just want to get

brings out all the little crinkles around

softly, “to just…” I shrug, “not be trying to get pregnant, and then one day poof! Surprise!” I look up into his eyes, still

and, I think, understand. But he wants to hear more. “And why, Ella,”

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that was stressful about how Rafe was conceived – I had to spend so much money, and just hope that it worked, and frankly the idea

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laughs now and I can feel him nodding. “Yes,” he agrees. “I see. A little,…less romantic and

“Roger and Cora…it’s been so complicated for them, but there is something beautiful about them making that little miracle baby because they

feel Sinclairs knuckles graze my face and look

many children as you want, Ella,” he murmurs softly, “and they will all be

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him. “I’m excited. It will happen one day.” And a memory flashes in my mind of the prophecy the priests showed me, of our little family of four. Could that really be possible? I mean, the eldest child in that vision was a dark–haired boy just like my sweet Rafe. Would the rest come true

down my back to grip my ass. “If you’re that eager to get knocked up I’m right here and there is

lip as I look up at him and pressing my body closer to his. But then I hesitate. Let’s wait, a little,” I say quietly, “before we think about a second child. Until all of

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