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?”

him. “I mean, Roger, it’s not that you can’t feel afraid too – I get that it’s a big

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 be fine,

my lips now as

far apart are the contractions?” he asks, looking down

my voice quiet. “Or, maybe a little faster

pretending a calmness that I know

I start to

asks, turning to grin

Sinclair,” I murmur, taking his cheeks in my hands and leaning forward to press a kiss to his mouth.

my lips, kissing me

bite my lip, feeling significantly calmer now, starting to get…well, maybe a little excited, alongside

bald,” Roger murmurs, a little thoughtlessly as he tucks his head close to mine and

do you think his eyes

my tongue and

that even

“These are goddess grandchildren,” he says, grinning at me. “Anything is possible. The baby

“would have shown

he says, holding

close to him. Or at least I smile for a second, before the next contraction starts again. “Oh boy,” I say, sitting up, a hand moving low on my

rigid next to me but does his best to stay quiet, his eyes on me throughout the

quietly when it

turning my eyes to his now. And then I smile a little, returning my hand to his cheek. “I hope the baby’s

says, smirking at me. “Big brown ones, like his mom. That would

guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” I reply, dropping

turning

as I focus on the bond as well. “Nah, don’t rush him,” I

and comfort and

nice big crib for him out here,” I say, laughing a bit. “Whenever he’s ready to make his

kid,” Roger murmurs. ”

ready – completely ready to bring our baby into

darkens our windows before my contractions really start to heat up. By then, the house is busy with all the people we’ve asked to come to the house for the birth our family, but also several medical professionals to really ensure