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.

I’m not going to want to leave your side for the next six months.” “Oh sure,” I say, rolling my eyes at him and carrying the baby

me. “Are you feeling any different yet? I feel almost bad, honestly – you barely got finished

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,

excited little giggle. “The re- establishment of the nest!” I say, throwing one hand in the air. Sinclair bursts into laughter as I start

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 be extra.” He shakes his head at me, still laughing, but comes over and again takes my face in his hands. “Whatever you want,”

back against the pillows and settling Rafe in next to me as Sinclair laughs and

in his own little tuxedo. Jesse’s two weeks old now, and just the cutest baby in the world – Rafe excepted, of course – and I can’t wait to see how he looks in the matching tuxedo I

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