Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

“What do you mean I made it snow?” Cora frowns at me as she bustles around the kitchen, making mimosas. ” That’s ridiculous – you must have imagined it.”

“It totally snowed!” I protest, laughing and shaking my head at her, turning to Sinclair at the table for support.

“It did,” he says, raising his eyebrows at Cora even as he hands Rafe another slice of apple. “”The news is completely baffled by the sudden cold-snap that immediately disappeared by morning. They’re calling it the duke’s miracle.”

“What!?” Cora gasps, spinning to stare at Sinclair wide-eyed.

“That’s so cool,” Roger says, grinning at baby Jesse in his arms, who peers up at his dad with sleepy eyes.” Mom’s magic, Jesse,” he whispers. ” It’s very cool.”

“You guys are just teasing me,” Cora sighs, leaning against the counter as I turn the knob on the stove, cutting off the fire beneath the pan of eggs, sausage, and bacon that I’ve finished frying up.

“Dominic is dead serious,” I say, nodding to Cora eagerly with raised eyebrows. “Seriously, word got to the media that the nation’s beloved duchess had her baby and that night it snowed unseasonably early – people are freaking out.” I laugh a little as I starting to portion our breakfast out onto plates.

“Oh my god,” Cora says, covering her face with her hands. “I didn’t even mean to do that – do you really think it was me?”

“You tend to affect the weather when you’re emotional,” Roger says, grinning at his magical mate with a happy shrug. “I think it makes a lot of sense.”

“Oh, that’s so weird,” Cora says with a sigh, shaking her head at Roger and then at me. “People are going to start figuring out what we can do, Ella,” she says. “We’re going to need to have some sort of story.”

“I think my secrets kind of already out,” I say, giving a little grimace. ”

And why do we have to tell anyone anything? Just let the rumors fly – it’s not anyone’s business but ours.”

“Yeah,” Cora says, rolling her eyes at me before turning back to her previous task of adding the world’s tiniest amount of orange juice to nearly-full glasses of champagne. “Until they burn us at the stake for being witches or something.”

“We won’t let them do that,” Sinclair murmurs, smirking a little as he focuses his attention on Rafe’s breakfast.

inconsequential, “it’s not like it will work. You can just rain on the

at this and Cora, despite herself, laughs

“I guess you’re right and it doesn’t really matter at least not until our children develop some weird gifts that end up being dangerous or something. Or make them

raising it to all of us in a toast. The rest of us raise our glasses as well, toasting baby Jesse and then drinking

against my

love to toast my nephew’s birth with

for not drinking are so much better. Still, it’s Cora’s day, and I don’t want to steal her thunder just yet. Not that

ask, raising my chin towards

arms and frowning over at him. “But that’s normal,

smiling at her a little. “He’ll find his patterns soon, don’t worry.

she says, giving me a little smile.

remembering that habit in the early days

Cora says, laughing already and glancing over at Roger, “are

my sleep, Cora,” Roger says, looking at her completely unashamed of himself. “It is self-care. I

she smiles. I grin, truly appreciating their teasing relationship. “You need to be a little more

for the baby during the day,” Roger says, gesturing to the baby cradled

certainly do his share of childcare without complaint, day or night. He’ll just tease

day,” Sinclair asks, turning mischievous eyes on his

run the

him with me,” Roger says, grinning down at Jesse like it’s obvious. “Never too early to get the boy used to

dribbling down his back. And honestly, I don’t mind it as much as I probably should. These Sinclair dads – I don’t think they’re going to have any hesitation about incorporating their children into the day-to-day

true when there’s a girl in the picture. Would Roger have said the same thing – that it’s never too early for the child to get used to a war room if Jesse had been a girl and

– she’s going to grow up with two big Alpha boys who are barely a year older than

all right? Sinclair says, passing the words discreetly into my mind but keeping his eyes on Rafe as Cora sets out the breakfast plates

him see my light worry but also