Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Cora

I blow lightly on my cup of tea, doing my best to cool it and concentrate on the book that’s open in my lap. But even as I try, my eyes continually drift to the picture window in front of me that overlooks the front of our property, including the driveway where Roger’s going to pull in any minute now.

At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself for the past two hours.

I sigh, frustrated. I sent him a text a while ago asking him to let me know when he’d be home not that I really need to know, I just…wanted to know.

But Roger is notoriously bad at keeping an eye on his phone, and I know that he and Sinclair have had a particularly stressful day today. So, I’do my best to just…exercise my patience.

But I sigh because, even though patience is usually one of my virtues…

Today? I’m finding it a little hard.

Happy!

The baby’s little tap comes skipping down the bond out of nowhere, and I burst into a grin, looking down at myself.

“Oh, so are you liking the ginger tea, little guy?” I ask, laughing a little as I stroke a hand over my belly.

He doesn’t respond because…well, because I asked him out loud, and he can’t hear me, but I smile nonetheless, taking another sip.

Happy? I ask, sending the word and the feeling down the bond to him.

His answer comes back in an instant. Happy happy!

I laugh again, desperately pleased at this, and wondering what’s going to come next with him. Because he’s getting bigger, I can almost feel him growing by the day, and soon he’s going to start feeling all sorts of new things. But will he even have words for them? Will we feel them before he does, and be able to pass the same emotions back and forth, asking questions like we do with happy? Will it be –

But even as I ponder it, excited, headlights flash across the drive and my face bursts into a grin.

I murmur, taking another sip of my tea before putting it down on the coffee

his every step and continuing to stroke my stomach. “Daddy’s

making me laugh for

anything but happy, isn’t

kid – already with his jokes. God, I

him and already looking up the stairs, clearly intent on going right up and not even noticing me sitting

and Roger whips towards me, stopping so fast in his tracks that he almost

doing in here?” he asks

“I’m sorry,” I say, my voice deep with sarcasm.

looking up at me again. ” I’m sorry,” he says, and I can tell that he means it even though his voice

hell of a day?” I

sighs,

for him and folding my legs to make space on the

Cora,” he says, glancing up the stairs. “Can

ask, going a little still.

moment. “I just want to go to bed. With you. And just…be there. All

Because I don’t frequently see him like this. Once we broke into Roger’s tough shell, he revealed himself to be funny, and sweet, and full of jokes. This Roger, which exists even

me this side…he must really be

his side in a second. “Sure,” I say, nodding to him and taking his hand. “Let’s

my mate nods to me once, tugging on my hand and pulling me up the stairs

Roger gives a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom to take a short shower, washing off the day. I’m silent as I change into my nightgown, laying out a pair of pajama pants on the bed for

see by, but otherwise shut off all the

something that I know he’ll tell me about in a few minutes when he’s ready.

to myself, Roger raises his head a little and smirks at

What am I supposed to do when he shows up all naked in bedroom, the fire highlighting the carved lines of his body in a flickering orange

pressing myself to his side, and Roger lets out a wicked little growl as he wraps his arms

his still-damp hair and cooing softly to him in a way I

based on a great deal of laughter and teasing. But tonight? Tonight, I can

I know he likes. And Roger, to my content, starts almost to purr with the pleasure of it. Interestingly, for how much we usually