Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

The morning of the moon ceremony finds me, unsurprisingly, in the kitchen. Eating.

Rafe is with me this time, giggling happily as I dance happily around the room with him, singing about how delicious carrots are as I pour some baby carrots out from their bag onto a plate and begin to munch on them..

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I’m just getting to the part of the song – which I’m making up as I go along about how they’re good for your vision and help you make friends with rabbits when I hear an odd, familiar sound out in the hall.

I gasp, spinning towards the door as the mechanical hum grows louder, and I’m nearly run over when Henry wheels into the room.

“Henry!” I gasp, tears instantly lining my eyes, stumbling in my hurry to hug him close, almost falling into his lap.

“Steady, girl!” Henry laughs, putting out his hands to catch me and help me find my feet, laughing a little. He beams up at me and I’m laughing too, shaking my head at myself as I lean down to give him a proper hug and then a kiss on both cheeks.

“We missed you so much!” I gush, my heart in my throat as I pull away. “I’m so glad you’re home and in time! A miracle!”

“Certainly took some doing,” he says, raising his eyebrows at me. “I rode in a cargo plane to get here – this little man had better impress.” He shifts his gaze, then, to the baby in my arms.

“Oh!” I say, standing up straight and remembering my manners. “Henry, may I please have the pleasure of introducing you to your grandchild?”

“Nothing would give me more joy,” he replies, his own eyes wet now.

no to be overwhelmed by the beauty of the moment. “This is Rafe Henry Sinclair,” I say

looking up at me, touched, and then down at the baby. “He’s a beauty, Ella. Wonderful.” He shakes his head, staring at my son. Though I’m overwhelmed

footsteps on the stairs and look towards the door, smiling when I

1. it.

I step back as Henry turns his chair, raising one arm towards his son, the baby still held in the other. Sinclair bends down low to give his father a long, warm hug and I bite my lip to see it.

few minutes as we all buzz around each other, trying to do nice things for

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after a minute, raising my

the living room, take the baby,

room. A few minutes later I follow them carrying a silver tray heaped with coffee and food. My stomach rumbles as

fondly, looking down at his grandchild when I enter the

room.

putting the tray down on the coffee table and

“I mean if it’s all the same to you, I’ll hold him

touched deeply to see the bond forming between them already.

little bowling

I’m over. We spend a pleasant half hour catching up, with Henry telling us all about the harrows of his travel back to us, how much he wanted to get here in time for the ceremony. He also catches us up on the lives

gasp, excited.

looking between us. “It

for sure,” Sinclair says, smiling at me. “I didn’t want

tears again at the

I know, between wanting to spend time with his dad and the

him a nudge and a smile. “We’re perfectly all right here on our

you sure?” he asks, glancing at me first

His father says, waving his hand at his son. Then he smiles and pats the arm chair next to