Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Cora

I narrow my eyes at Roger when he comes upstairs about forty-five minutes later. “Are you going to behave better now?” I ask, my voice tense.

“Yup,” he says, leaning in the doorway with a lazy smile.

I start to laugh as I look over his too – loose stature. “Is it because you’re all drunk?” My eyes shift to Sinclair as he appears in the doorway behind his brother. “Seriously, did you get him all drunk?”

Sinclair, Rafe sitting up in his arms, just gives a little shrug, his mouth pulled up at the corner in a secret smile.

“I am only,” Roger says, smiling as he steps into the room and holding up a hand with his thumb and pointer finger pressed very close together, “a very tiny bit drunk. Just something to steady the nerves.”

Ella laughs next to me before she scoots off the bed.

“All right, then,” she says, gesturing to me as she moves around the bed and reaches to take Rafe from Sinclair. ” Take your spot, Roger. And stop freaking her out, okay?”

“I promise,” Roger mumbles, giving Ella a sloppy little salute before climbing onto the bed and taking her place.

“We’ll be downstairs,” Ella says when I turn my eyes to her. “You just call, and we’ll be right up. Okay?”

I nod to her, smiling a little, grateful that she’s here. Beyond having the power to heal me instantly should anything go wrong, it’s just…really nice to have my sister close by.

Roger sighs as he pulls himself into the spot close on my right and tucks his legs in under the blankets. Then he turns to me, his face serious. “I’m sorry, Cora,” he says quietly.

“Thank you,” I say, my anger fading as I see that he means it. I lift a hand to his cheek, wanting to touch him, wanting him close.

“I just love you so much

“I get it,” I say, nodding.

He nods too, capturing my hand and pressing a kiss to it. “But I didn’t listen to you. And Sinclair made me sit down and listen – which he shouldn’t have to do, so I’m sorry about that. But he explained that you need to be the one freaking out today. So, I have to just… be steady. Is that right?”

closer,” I say quietly, studying him. “I mean, Roger, it’s not that you can’t feel afraid too

me. “But I was taking all the air out of the room. I’m sorry, Cora – you’re right, we had a plan, we should just trust it. Everything’s going to

say, a little smile coming to my lips now as he slips an arm around my back, tugging me

are the contractions?” he asks, looking down at my belly and stroking it

my voice quiet. “Or, maybe

calmness that I know he doesn’t feel. ” That

start to

Roger asks, turning to grin at

Sinclair,” I murmur, taking his cheeks in my hands and leaning forward

he murmurs against my lips, kissing me back. “I’m going to be a

my lip, feeling significantly calmer now, starting to get…well,

head close to mine and takes

what color do you think his eyes will

me click my tongue and pull away to

would that even

he says, grinning

say, rolling my eyes, “would

holding up a finger, “would

smiling as I snuggle close to him. Or at least I smile for a second, before the next contraction starts again. “Oh boy,” I

rigid next to me but does his best to stay quiet, his eyes on me throughout the whole contraction. He keeps his arms around me too until the

he says quietly when

I say, turning my eyes to his now. And then I smile a little, returning my hand to his cheek. “I hope the baby’s eyes are just like yours,”

smirking at me. “Big brown ones, like

I reply, dropping my hand from his cheek and wrapping my

Roger murmurs, turning is attention to the bond that runs

the bond as well. “Nah, don’t rush him,” I sigh. ” He’ll come

as he inspects the bond and passes love and comfort and reassurance to

tell him we’ve got a nice big crib for him out here,” I say, laughing

kid,” Roger murmurs. ”

ready to bring our baby into the world with a nice, calm, maybe slightly tipsy

the house is busy with all the people we’ve asked to come to the house for the birth our family, but