Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Ella

The trip improves by leaps and bounds the moment we stop at the campground for the night.

“Finally,” I sigh, taking a deep breath of the fresh air as I climb down the steps of the RV, my

baby curled in my arm and looking around him with bright and interested eyes. “It’s good to be on

steady ground again.”

“Remind me never to take you on a boat,” Sinclair murmurs, coming down the stairs behind me.

If you didn’t like this…you won’t respond well to that.”

“Yes sir,” I say passively, smiling down at the baby, who frees one of his arms and reaches out

into the cool evening air, clasping his fingers at a firefly who passes close by. I don’t mention that

I liked the sea voyage to the desert much more than I liked this, even though the accommodations

weren’t as nice.

“What about this?” Sinclair murmurs as he steps down the final step and comes to stand behind

me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I smile as I lean back against his chest. “Is the forest

an improvement?”

I look around our isolated campsite, lit with grey and blue tones in the dying light of the day. I

smile at what I see, appreciating the cool air and the blinking light of the fireflies that float lazily

through the space.

“Yes,” I say with a decisive nod. “This will do quite well.”

“Good,” Sinclair replies, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before releasing me and moving to a luggage compartment low on the RV. I watch as he opens it and begins pulling out camping gear – chairs, a cooler, some bags with extra snacks and bug spray.

“Oh!” I say, surprised by it all as my mate begins to set it all up around a burned-out ring where a

fire goes. “Oh, we’re very prepared.”

“Of course we are,” Roger says, climbing out of the RV with Cora behind him. When he reaches. the ground, Roger flicks the switch that prepares Henry’s little elevator. “We’re always ready to go

glamping in this family.”

I laugh at the term, settling into a chair that Sinclair waves me towards, smiling down at the baby “What do you think, Rafe?” I whisper to him “Do you like glamping?” He gives a happy little coo in response and I laugh, grinning up at his father. “I think that’s a yes

“Kid has taste,” Sinclair says, winking at me as he continues his work

! much faster than I

leaning over to Cora

Otherwise, they’re

true!” Sinclair protests, his eyes still on

in, making us laugh. “If I’m making food,

gonna eat a lot of hotdogs,”

sighing. Then she looks over at me from her chair next to mine. “You know I

I consider. She raises her

the family gathered happily around the fire, talking about nothing and everything, chatting lightly about what we’ll be doing in our mutual future but not touching on any of the big, scary subjects that lurk behind the conversation. We all know that they’re there, after all – and we

laughter, and fun, and spending time

way I like it. “Oh my god,” I murmur, closing my eyes as I chew.

going to get

to open my eyes as I take

Rafe from my arms I let him, wanting to be alone. with my s’more anyway Cora, Roger, and Henry laugh as well as Sinclair walks Rafe away from me, apologizing in a loud murmur for how

Henry watches Sinclair and his grandchild while Cora and Roger

says, wrapping her arms around herself and smiling around at our dark Camp 7 didn’t think I’d like sitting outside in the dink

dark

primal about pantele Roger murs to sing a hand to play with

murmurs

the stars and then turning her head to look at

him.

help my own smile from crossing my face as I watch them. And then, as

that

stand up from my little camping chair and send a pulse down

looks up at me, curious and I nod my head first

talking quietly. My

father and puts a hand on his back,

can –

with a noisy platform – the three of us and

alone by the fire to have

think they’re talking about,” I say to Sinclair as he

still curled in

the window at Roger

their business, little spy?” he says, coming to sit with

give us our own moment, rolls his way back to the bedroom,

to watch some television, though we

I sigh, looking up at my mate and reaching

know I always want

“Do you know,” he murmurs, slipping his arms low around me and

my shoulder so that he too can look

as much about the details of my brother’s love life until

say, still peering out at them. “Roger’s hot. He probably has

girlfriend drama -”

asks, his body going

ask, turning to him, confused