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.

rooms – I’m already inside our house!” “Indulge me, Ella,” he says, giving me a little glancing smile as he pushes open our door and holds it open for me. “I can feel my instincts kicking in already – 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 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

you feeling any different yet? I feel almost bad, honestly – you

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

it as Rafe gives an excited little giggle. “The re- establishment of the nest!” I say, throwing one hand in the air. Sinclair bursts into laughter as I start tugging at the blankets, arranging

of the nest,” Sinclair comments, and I can tell by his happy tone that 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,

snacks. The pillows are going to be extra.” He shakes his

kiss to my mouth. “But I’ll be back to help 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

a tuxedoed Rafe sitting calmly 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 –

the closet finally with her happy little boy, who is all smiles pretty much all the 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