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

I thought

Henry whispers, leaning over to Cora and I and

they’re

true!” Sinclair protests, his eyes

us laugh. “If I’m

gonna eat a lot of hotdogs,” I murmur to

sighing. Then she looks over at me from

us chefs,” I consider.

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

about laughter, and fun,

bite into a smore that Sinclair hands me, the marshmallow burned to a crisp just the way I like it. “Oh my god,” I murmur, closing

“you’re going to get marshmallow all over

and refusing to open my eyes as I take another bite – He won’t

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 messy and inconsiderate his mother is I wave a hand at him,

Henry watches Sinclair and his grandchild while Cora and

here Cora 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 by a tie as

dark

Roger murs to sing

murmurs

then turning her head to look at Roger, beaming

him.

crossing my face as I watch them. And then, as

that that’s my

I stand up from my little camping chair and

at me, curious and I nod my head first towards the RV and

begin talking quietly. My mate follows my gaze and then nods

and puts a hand on his

as stealthily as we can – which is not very stealthy, considering

the RV with a noisy platform – the

Roger alone by the

you think they’re talking about,” I say to Sinclair as he climbs last into the

the baby still curled in his arms. I’m sitting

Roger and Cora through

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

to give us our own moment, rolls his way back

some television, though we

my mate and reaching for my baby, who Sinclair

know I always

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

hin, resting his chin on my shoulder so

cared as much about the details of my

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

girlfriend drama -”

body going stiff behind me, just a

turning to