Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

It takes us longer than I know Sinclair would prefer to get out of Roger and Cora’s house that morning, mostly because Cora spent so much time freaking out, hugging me, and scolding me for not telling her immediately. But in the end they let us go, Cora wiping her eyes and Roger giving us a big smile, baby Jesse asleep in his arms.

I hold Sinclair’s hand the whole ride home, squeezing it, so happy and excited.

We’re just so blessed right now, and I’m doing everything I can to bask in that glow. My mate, my baby boy, my baby girl on the way?

What more could I ask for?

When we get back into the palace, Sinclair walks me back to our suite of rooms, though I can tell his mind is already on other things.

months.” “Oh sure,” I say, rolling my eyes at him and carrying the baby over to his changing station. “Like overprotective pregnancy Alpha is so different from overprotective new dad Alpha.” “It is different,” he says, smirking at me as he leans against the wall, watching me make quick work of Rafe’s dirty diaper, our little baby happily babbling as I do. “Or at least, it feels

his chin towards me. “Are you feeling any different yet? I feel

of sushi.” “That’s okay,” I say with a sigh, snapping Rafe’s onesie shut and lifting him back up into my arms, where he squeals and reaches for me, grabbing fistfuls of my hair. “I’ll just take a raincheck on those,” I say, stepping close to my mate and letting him wrap me in my arms. “After this next one is born and ready for solid foods, you owe me two children’s worth of debauchery.” “Done,” he says, smirking and cupping my face in his hands, planting a little kiss on my mouth. “Except, knowing you, you’ll probably be planning baby 3.” “We’ll see,” I say, giving a happy little sigh. “But

hand in the air. Sinclair bursts

he’s pleased. “Next 2.0. Are you planning innovations? Improvements?” “Well, it’s a Queen’s nest now,” I say, sinking happily down onto my bed, taking Rafe with me. “And it has to accommodate a Prince as well as a growing Princess,” I say, grinning at my son. “So yeah, I’m going to need some

pillows are going to be extra.” He shakes his head at me, still laughing,

you christen the nest later.” He sighs and steps away, handing me a tablet off the bedside table. “Order whatever you want, but please, Ella, try not to bankrupt us.” “No promises!” I sing, leaning back against the pillows and settling Rafe in next to me as

on my hip. He also looking curiously towards the closet where Cora and getting Jesse dressed in his own little tuxedo. Jesse’s two weeks old now, and just the cutest baby in the world

time. I squeal when I see him, just barely able to hold his little bald head up. “He’s just going to barf all over it, plus he’s only going to wear it for an hour! He has to be naked when you present him to mom.” “It will be the most elegant barf!” I laugh, hurrying close and tickling Jesse’s fancy little belly. “And I don’t care if he wears it for an hour or a minute, it was too cute to resist.” I laugh, completely undone by the sight of Cora’s and Jesse, all dressed up. Rafe babbles happily and reaches forward, trying to touch Jesse, which he always does. I grin when I see it, as I always do these little boys, they