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.

Roger passes another name down the bond,

Because I love it.

And we wait…

both Roger and I gasp at the

Happy!

up as Roger snatches me to him, pulling

just -” he stares at me, thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his face in my hands and kiss him, and

just named

and then we gathered up all of our sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped back to the house, where we closed the doors and slept

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 I was never, ever getting

wouldn’t let me eat all my meals in bed, instead insisting that I come and sit with him on the couch for the elaborate dinner

each other laugh, sending messages to the baby when he was awake to see what he’d do. And honestly, the baby never

we did, a usual part of the day as we napped, and went swim and laid out

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

outside

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

me another little peck, before looking around. “I really like this place. Maybe the owner will let us buy it,” Roger murmurs, looking fondly at

stomach. “But, considering that this little

“And considering what the goddess said that night on the

break into a grin. “You’re thinking

a bunch more,” he nods, eager. “And I’m going to enjoy the process very much,

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

I’m going to be a very involved dad. You’ll see. You’ll barely have

as he opens my car door

asks, loading our tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing

the car, closing my door behind me as Roger climbs into his seat. “Ella, loaded up with four of her own kids

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