Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 387

The trip improves by leaps and bounds the moment we stop at the campground for the night.

“Finally,” I sigh, taking a deep breath of the fresh air as I climb down the steps of the RV, my baby curled in my arm and looking around him with bright and interested eyes. “It’s good to be on steady ground again.”

“Remind me never to take you on a boat,” Sinclair murmurs, coming down the stairs behind me. “If you didn’t like this…you won’t respond well to that.”

“Yes sir,” I say passively, smiling down at the baby, who frees one of his arms and reaches out into the cool evening air, clasping his fingers at a firefly who passes close by. I don’t mention that I liked the sea voyage to the desert much more than I liked this, even though the accommodations weren’t as nice.

“What about this?” Sinclair murmurs as he steps down the final step and comes to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I smile as I lean

back against his chest. “Is the forest an improvement?”

I look around our isolated campsite, lit with grey and blue tones in the dying light

of the day. I smile at what I see, appreciating the cool air and the blinking light of

the fireflies that float lazily through the space.

“Yes,” I say with a decisive nod. “This will do quite well.”

“Good,” Sinclair replies, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before releasing

me and moving to a luggage compartment low on the RV, I watch as he opens it

and begins pulling out camping gear chairs, a cooler, some bags with extra

snacks and bug spray.

“Oh!” I say, surprised by it all as my mate begins to set it all up around a burnedout ring where a fire goes. “Oh, we’re very prepared.”

“Of course we are,” Roger says, climbing out of the RV with Cora behind him.

When he reaches the ground, Roger flicks the switch that prepares Henry’s little

elevator. “We’re always ready to go glamping in this family.”

I laugh at the term, settling into a chair that Sinclair waves me towards, smiling

down at the baby. “What do you think, Rafe?” I whisper to him. “Do you like

glamping?” He gives a happy little coo in response and I laugh, grinning up at

his father. “I think that’s a yes.”

“Kid has taste,” Sinclair says, winking at me as he continues his work. We’re all

settled around a fire much faster than I thought was possible and I smile as I

watch Sinclair and Roger set a little grill across it, apparently preparing to make

us our dinner as well.

“They only cook,” Henry whispers, leaning over to Cora and I and giving us a

smile, “when it’s outdoors. Otherwise, they’re not interested.”

“Not true!” Sinclair protests, his eyes still on the fire.

“Absolutely true!” Roger chimes in, making us laugh. “If I’m making food, it’s

grilled. Otherwise I’m getting takeout.”

“Guess your baby is gonna eat a lot of hotdogs,” I murmur to Cora.

she adds, sighing. Then she looks

mine. “You know I can’t cook

we can make them hire us chefs,” I consider. She

idea, and we both

this long into the night the family gathered happily around

about nothing and everything,

our mutual future but not touching on any

know that they’re there, after

simultaneously decide to leave them untouched for

tonight is just about laughter, and fun, and spending time

a little as I bite into a smore that Sinclair hands

to a crisp just the way I like it. “Oh my god,” I murmur,

“This is so

laughs, you’re going

baby – ”

care,” I murmur, shaking my head and refusing

bite. “He won’t mind

he comes and lifts Rafe from my arms. I

be alone with my s’more

me, apologizing in

his mother is. I wave a hand at him,

his words, knowing that he’s

my s’more and look

Sinclair and his grandchild while Cora

each other, not talking but clearly connected in

here,” Cora says, wrapping her arms around herself

didn’t think I’d

as much as this.”

primal about it, isn’t there?” Roger murmurs,

hair as he

she says, looking up at the stars

Roger, beaming at him.

help my own smile from crossing my face

other, I decide that

from my little camping

up at me, curious and I nod my head

the RV and then towards Roger

my gaze and then nods his understanding.

his back, leaning

one by one, as stealthily as we can – which is

to be lifted into the RV with a

and the baby make our way

by the fire to have a

talking about,” I say to Sinclair

the door shut behind him, the baby still curled in his arms.

kitchen nook, peering out the window at

through the tinted window.

he says, coming to sit with me on

wanting to give us our own

excuse about wanting to watch some

we both know he

up at my mate and

into my arms. “But you

laughs. “Do you know,” he murmurs, slipping his arms

I warmly against him,

too can look out at Cora

love life

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