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

than I thought was possible and !

Cora and I and giving

they’re

Sinclair protests, his eyes

Roger chimes in, making us laugh. “If I’m making

eat a lot of hotdogs,”

at me from her chair next to

we can make them hire us chefs,” I consider. She raises her eyebrows, pleased at

about what we’ll be doing in our mutual future but not touching on any of the big, scary

is just about laughter, and fun, and spending

moan a little as I bite into a smore that Sinclair hands me, the marshmallow burned to a crisp just the way I

“you’re going to get marshmallow all over

refusing to open my eyes as

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

Sinclair and his grandchild while Cora and Roger

here Cora says, wrapping her arms around herself and smiling around at our dark Camp 7 didn’t think I’d

dark

Roger murs to sing a hand to play with Cora

murmurs

she says, looking up at the stars and then turning her head to look at Roger, beaming

him.

as I watch them.

I decide that

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

and I nod my head first towards the RV and then

who begin talking quietly. My mate follows my gaze and

a hand on his back, leaning down to speak a

can – which is not very stealthy, considering Henry

lifted into the RV with a noisy platform – the three of us and the

Roger alone by the fire to have a moment

say to Sinclair as he climbs last into the RV,

him, the baby still curled in his arms. I’m sitting in the little kitchen

at Roger and Cora through the

spy?” he says, coming to sit

us our own moment, rolls his way back to the

some television, though we both

I sigh, looking up at my mate and reaching for

you know I always want to

know,” he murmurs, slipping his arms low

and I warmly against hin, resting his chin on my shoulder so that he too can look

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

out at them. “Roger’s hot. He probably has had lots

girlfriend drama -”

going

ask, turning