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.

the coffee table as

sigh, watching his every step and continuing

making me laugh for

daddy is anything but happy, isn’t

– already with his jokes. God, I love

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

stopping so fast in his tracks that

doing in here?”

in surprise, looking him up and down. “I’m sorry,” I say, my voice deep with sarcasm. “Am I… not allowed to sit in our living

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

of a day?”

he sighs, and

I say, reaching for him and folding

he says, glancing up the stairs.

going a little

says, hanging his head again, almost begging for a moment. “I just want to go to bed. With you. And just…be

this. Once we broke into Roger’s tough shell, he

if he’s showing me this side…he must really

feet and moving to his side in a second. “Sure,” I say, nodding to him and

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

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

on the fire because I want the warmth and a little light to see by,

of the bathroom a few minutes later, his face serious and his eyes far-off, thinking through something that I know he’ll tell me about in a few minutes when he’s ready. I can’t help admiring him a little when he drops his towel and

to myself, Roger raises his head

he shows up all naked in bedroom, the fire highlighting the

I 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

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

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

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