Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Coral

Ella and I work the rest of the morning, me making the big decisions about who needs the most medical care next and taking Rafe from her when she’s working. I watch every time she heals someone, unable to tear my eyes away from it. And while I thought I would be jealous – honestly, my sister is doing better work then I ever have as a doctor – I can only feel thrilled that we have this incredible tool in our hands.

Especially, especially considering that Roger came to tell me a few hours ago that they plan to attack tonight. That he and Sinclair are, again, going to put their lives on the line to stop this horrible man who wants to hurt our family.

Just the bare idea that Ella can help if they come home in pieces….

I close my eyes for a moment – Rafe sleeping in my arms while Ella settles down and starts talking with her next patient – dismissing the thought. Because if I start to think about what could happen tonight…

I’ll never be able to let him go. I feel a warm presence beside me as my eyes are closed and smile a little, because I know immediately who it is. And I’m gratified to find that I was right when I open my eyes and see my beautiful mate standing there next to me, smiling down into my face.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Roger says softly.

“Are you talking to me?” I ask, “or the baby?”

“Well,” Roger says, looking down and pretending to consider little sleeping Rafe, “I mean he’s cute, but I’m not sure I’d go so far as to say gorgeous.

I laugh a little, shaking my head, but Roger just smiles at me again and raises a hand to my cheek. “How are you holding up?”

it’s all easy for me,” I say, turning towards him with a grin and nodding towards

“Can you take a

back, confused, but not taking my eyes away.

he replies with a little shrug. Just…a lull. I wanted a moment to check in with you before

twists a little at his words but I nod, reaching out to take

and she agrees eagerly, taking the baby and hurrying out of the room to find Sinclair. Roger takes my hand and we follow

this – pleased that I want what he wants in this moment, which is just a quiet minute alone with him. Roger lays down first and then I lay my body close next to his, putting my head on his chest and letting my arm trail over his body,

see him, I know that he’s closing his eyes, concentrating on his bond with the baby and assessing how

think this baby is going to be a workhorse like you. It’s getting all sorts of messages

chest. “What,” I ask, “do you want the baby

not lazy. I merely…prioritize and enjoy my down time. You could benefit from some lazy in your life,

and snuggle closer to him, feeling my spirit renew after even a few quiet moments alone with him. “I think you might be right, Roger,” I start – but my words are cut

“one of the Reina sisters, admitting that a Sinclair is

I have in my life thrown myself into my work as a way to feel like I was…doing something. Being productive. Being useful. But I think…” I hesitate now, trying to put my thoughts together. “I think this little baby is going to have enough

do you mean?” Roger asks worried but

– because he has royal blood, and goddess blood, and Sinclair blood. And while our baby was…more spontaneous,” I say, smirking a little at the memory of how our child was conceived, “I can’t help but

together,” he sighs, nodding. “That we were kind of forced off the road by an insane storm the day you were