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.

taking another sip of my tea before putting it down on the coffee table as I watch Roger park the car, and step out, and

and continuing to stroke my stomach. “Daddy’s

pulses, making

is anything but happy,

his jokes. God, I

throws open the door, scowling as he storms through it, pushing it shut behind him and already looking up

whips towards me, stopping so fast in his tracks that he almost trips over his own

you doing in

sorry,” I say, my voice deep with sarcasm. “Am I… not allowed to sit

for a second and running a hand through his hair before looking up at me again. ” I’m sorry,” he says,

hell of a day?”

sighs,

for him and folding my legs to make

he says, glancing up the stairs. “Can

I ask, going a little still. ” You’re

hanging his head again, almost begging for a moment. “I just want to

him like this. Once we broke into Roger’s tough shell, he revealed himself to be funny, and sweet, and full

he’s showing me this side…he must

feet and moving to his side in a second. “Sure,”

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

moving smoothly through our evening routine. 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

see by, but otherwise shut off

few minutes later, his face serious and his eyes far-off, thinking through something that I know he’ll tell me about

myself, Roger raises his head a little and smirks at me. But I just shrug, because I

shows up all naked in bedroom,

scootch across the mattress, pressing myself to his side, and Roger lets out a wicked little growl as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, resting his cheek against my chest and letting out

running my fingers through his still-damp hair

deal of laughter and teasing. But tonight? Tonight, I can tell

over the skin of his back in a way that I know he likes. And Roger, to my content, starts almost to purr with the pleasure of it. Interestingly, for how much we usually want to tear into each other, there’s not too much that’s sexual about this moment. Instead, it’s simply comfort