Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 386: By the Fire

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

I

Cora and I and giving us

Otherwise, they’re not

his

us laugh. “If I’m making

eat a lot of

sighing. Then she looks over at me from her chair next to mine. “You know I can’t cook

consider. She raises

future but not touching on any of the big, scary subjects that lurk behind the conversation.

just about laughter, and fun, and

a crisp just the way I like it. “Oh my god,”

to get marshmallow all over the

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

alone. with my s’more anyway Cora, Roger, and Henry laugh as well as Sinclair walks Rafe away from me, apologizing in

my family, watching them quietly Henry watches Sinclair and his grandchild

herself and smiling around at our dark Camp 7

dark

sing a hand

murmurs

and then

him.

own smile from crossing my face as I watch them. And then, as they stare at

that that’s my

from my little camping chair and send a

He looks up at me, curious and I nod my

Cora, who begin talking quietly. My mate follows

puts a hand

one, as stealthily as we can – which is

a noisy platform – the three of

Roger alone by the fire to have a moment

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

curled in his arms.

the window at Roger and Cora through the tinted

little spy?” he says, coming to sit with

own moment, rolls his way back to the

some television, though we both know he doesn’t watch

mate and reaching for my

I

he murmurs, slipping his arms low around

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

“I never cared as much about the details

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

girlfriend drama -”

hot?” Sinclair asks, his body going stiff behind me, just a little

turning to

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