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

around a ! much faster than I thought was possible and ! anile

leaning over to Cora and I and giving us a

Otherwise, they’re

Sinclair protests, his eyes still on

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

a

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

them hire us chefs,” I consider. She raises her eyebrows, pleased at the idea, and we

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 decide to leave them untouched for

tonight is just about laughter, and fun, and spending time

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

“you’re going to get marshmallow all over

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

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

look around at my family, watching them quietly Henry watches Sinclair and his grandchild while Cora and Roger sit close to each other, not talking but clearly connected in this peaceful

around at our dark Camp 7

dark

murs to sing a hand to

murmurs

she says, looking up at the stars and then turning her

him.

can’t help my own smile from crossing my face as I watch them. And then, as they

that that’s

I stand up from my little camping

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

talking quietly. My mate follows my gaze

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

one, as stealthily as we can – which

noisy platform – the three of us and the baby make

little mobile house, leaving Cora and Roger alone by the fire to have

they’re talking about,” I say to Sinclair

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

at Roger

says, coming to sit with me on the plush

us our own moment, rolls his way back to

wanting to watch some television, though

and reaching for my baby, who

you know I

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

on my shoulder so that he too can look

about the details of my brother’s

out at them. “Roger’s hot.

girlfriend drama -”

hot?” Sinclair asks, his body going stiff

ask, turning to him, confused

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