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

faster than I thought was possible

whispers, leaning over to Cora and I and

Otherwise, they’re not

true!” Sinclair protests, his eyes still

chimes in, making us laugh. “If I’m making food, it’s grilled. Otherwise.

gonna eat a lot of hotdogs,” I murmur to

adds, sighing. Then she looks over at me from her

“Maybe we can make them hire us chefs,” I consider. She raises

into the night – 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 all simultaneously

about laughter, and

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

laughs, “you’re going to get marshmallow

head and refusing to open my eyes as I take another bite

well as Sinclair walks Rafe away from me, apologizing in a loud murmur for how messy and inconsiderate his

Sinclair and his grandchild while Cora and Roger sit close

Camp 7 didn’t think

dark

to sing a hand to play with

murmurs

at the stars and then turning her

him.

my face as I watch them. And then, as they stare

decide that that’s

can, I stand up from my little camping chair and send a pulse

nod my head first towards

who begin talking quietly. My mate follows my gaze

his father and puts a hand on his back, leaning down to speak

one, as stealthily as we can –

– the three

Cora and Roger alone by the fire to

I say to Sinclair as he climbs

in his arms. I’m sitting in the little kitchen

out the window at Roger and Cora

he says, coming to sit with me on the

rolls his way back to

though we both know he doesn’t watch

mate and reaching for my baby, who Sinclair passes into

know I always want to

he murmurs, slipping his arms low around me and

resting his chin on my shoulder so that he too can look

never cared as much about the details of my brother’s love life until you came along

say, still peering out at them.

girlfriend drama -”

hot?” Sinclair asks, his body going

turning