Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

A few days later, after Sinclair and I have had some time to dwell and consult and decide, we invite Roger and Cora over to our little house early one morning. We’re both standing out front waiting for them, Rafe all dressed up in blue and white in my arms.

I grin down at my baby, so pleased to finally be back home, to be able todresshim in all of the clothes I ordered for him during my long weeks of bedrest. This kid has an amazing wardrobe already, but of course he wasn’t able to wear it – and heartbreakingly grew out of some of it during our time away in the bunker.

“He’s getting really big,” I murmur to Sinclair, shifting my baby higher in my arm. “Theyouin him is starting to come out.”

Sinclair grins and looks down at the baby. “He’ll be six feet in no time. My little linebacker.” “Better not be,” I grumble, but I’m unable to help from smiling down at my little cutie. “He needs to stay my little beachball baby for awhile yet. At least another sixteen years. ” “Don’t count on it,” Sinclair sighs. “I got my growth spurt early. He’ll be taller than you by fourth grade.” “No,” I gasp, spinning to look up at him in horror. My mate just shrugs, laughing at me and implying that it’s inevitable, but then he lifts his chin towards the driveway where Roger’s car is pulling in. I take a deep breath as I turn to watch them, and then I consider something out loud. ” Do you know,” I say, “I’ve never actually seen Roger’s apartment.”

They’ve been staying there for the past few days, Cora happy to abandon her own rather bland apartment. “You’re better off,” Sinclair replies, raising his eyebrows. “Bachelor city.” “Neon signs?” I ask, wrinkling my nose. ( Collection of commemorative beer glasses?” “Everything you’re imagining,” Sinclair sighs, sinking his hands into his pockets as Cora and Roger park and climb out of their car, and worse.” “Barf,” I murmur, and then I look back down at my baby again.

“Don’t worry, Rafey. We’ll never let you live like that.” “Hi!” Cora says cheerfully, coming over to us and kissing me on the cheek before snatching Rafe out of my arms, cooing to her godson and saying hello. “What, nothing for me?” Sinclair says, grinning – while he’s clearly pleased that she, like us, loves the baby so much, he’s not turning away the opportunity to tease her. Cora just waves a dismissive hand at Sinclair while Roger likewise kisses me on the cheek and gives his brother a hug. “Is there breakfast?” Roger asks. “Cora can’t cook. I’m starving – haven’t eaten for days.”

towards the open door behind us. “Come on in. We made some changes we’re curious to

redecorated in shades of blue and grey with luxurious brown leather furniture. “Wow,” he says, his eyes going wide. “You guys you really worked fast with some changes,” “Do you like them?” I ask eagerly, winding my arm tightly around Sinclair’s as Cora comes to

prints that we’ve used to decorate the walls. “It’s so…simple, and chic. But also warm.” She looks at me with

her and the baby after me. I can hear Roger and Sinclair following behind us. “I see that you’ve kept the stair lift,” Cora murmurs, laughing a little. “Well, that’s useful for Henry,” I say as we reach the top of the steps, tossing a grin over my shoulder. “Plus, very fun.” Then I pull her into the bedroom, which has likewise been totally redone in a thousand shades of white, beige, and blush. Cora gasps when she sees the gigantic bed

the room and looking around with what I can only think of as jealousy in his own eyes. I clap a little, jumping up at down

a little smirk on his lips. “We decided it was time for a change.” “Ella,” Cora says, frowning as she peeks into the closet – which now has a chandelier, a station for jewelry, and a full-length mirror…but no clothing in it, not a single piece. “Why… why is this empty?” She turns back to the room as well.

“that it was time

the painting that we

softly, beaming at her. “We want…we did all of this for you.” “What!?” she gasps, apparently unable to think of any other words as she raises a shaky hand to her mouth. “What are you what do you…” And then she turns in the room, looking around at everything – all of the things I picked out just for her. And I feel a thrill of joy radiate out from my heart as

says, sitting down hard on the bed as he continues to stare around the room,