Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 428: Names

Cora

Matthew? Roger tries, passing the name down the line to the baby and I grip his hand, and we both wait…

But nothing.

“The baby doesn’t like the name Matthew,” I whisper, laughing a little. “Well, it was just a starter,” Roger murmurs, grinning at me again. “You try one.”

“All right,” I say, leaning my head back and taking a deep breath. And then I pass a name down, trying… Oliver.

“Oliver!?” Roger bursts out in disgust and I gasp, glaring at him.

“You are biasing our son!” I accuse, sitting up to smack him. “I said nothing when you said stupid Matthew!”

“Matty is a cute name “he protests, laughing and blocking my blow. “Oliver is the name of a sickly Victorian child who wants more gruel -”

I growl and lay back, taking a deep breath and gathering myself. “Well, let’s see what the baby thinks,” I murmur, sending Roger another glare. And then I try again, whispering Oliver? down the bond. But nothing comes back.

“Good baby,” Roger murmurs, kissing my stomach again and making me laugh. “Don’t let her call you that. It’s terrible.”

“Okay okay,” I say, taking a deep breath. “Let’s try one more.”

“I’ll pick it?” Roger asks.

“Sure,” I reply, relaxing. “But this time, pick one you really, really like. One that you’d actually want him to be called – your favorite.”

“Okay,” he murmurs.

another name down the bond, and

Because I love it.

And we wait…

then both Roger and I gasp at the same

Happy!

god,” I say, laughing and sitting up as Roger snatches me to him, pulling me fast into

me, thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his face in my hands and kiss him, and kiss

we just named

I stayed on that beach almost until the sun came up, and then we gathered up all of our sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped back to the house, where we

the owner of the bungalow tapping on the door, bringing us a basket of food so we could eat something, and Roger went to get it while I curled further up in bed, deciding that

with him on the couch for the elaborate dinner he made. Well, elaborate for Roger, who never learned to cook. But the spread of sandwiches and warmed soup and crackers he made was delicious, and certainly hit the

two more days like that, surviving on whatever the landlord brought us every day in baskets and otherwise laying in bed talking, making each other laugh, sending messages to the baby when he

as well. But honestly, it blurred in with everything else we did, a usual part of the day as we napped, and went swim and laid out in the

But after the second day, we knew we had to get back – because as much as we like each other, we like our

outside the little bungalow after

it sweep through me. “Maybe not next week. But

looking around. “I really like this place. Maybe the owner will let us buy it,” Roger murmurs, looking fondly

then I put a hand on my stomach. “But,

his eyebrows raising. “And considering what

break into a grin. “You’re

nods, eager. “And I’m going to enjoy the process very

shoving him away a little bit. ” You just make the babies, I’ll grow them, and carry them,

I’m going to be a very involved

say, standing on my toes to kiss his cheek as he opens my car door for me. “Or, we can just pass them all

Roger asks, loading our tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing to the

“Ella, loaded up with four of her own kids and as many nieces and nephews

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