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.

sighing. Then she looks over at

mine. “You know

can make them hire us

pleased at the idea, and we both

the night the family gathered happily around

everything, chatting lightly about

in our mutual future but not touching on any of

behind the conversation. We all know that they’re there, after all –

leave

just about laughter, and fun, and spending

into a smore that Sinclair hands me, the

to a crisp just the way I like it.

I chew. “This is so good, I can barely

dripping,” Sinclair laughs, you’re going to get marshmallow

baby – ”

my head and refusing

bite. “He won’t

and lifts Rafe from my

to be alone with my s’more anyway.

away from me, apologizing in

I

his words, knowing that

and look

and his grandchild while

each other, not talking but clearly connected in this

says, wrapping her arms around

dark camp. “I didn’t think I’d like

as much as this.”

Roger murmurs,

Cora’s hair as

at the stars and

Roger, beaming at him.

my face as

at each other, I decide that that’s

as I can, I stand up from my little

bond with Sinclair. He looks up at me, curious and I nod my head

towards Roger and Cora, who begin talking

gaze and then nods his

a hand on his back, leaning down to speak a

one by one, as stealthily as we can –

lifted into the RV with

baby make our way back

Roger alone by the fire to have a moment to

do you think they’re talking about,” I say to Sinclair as he climbs

the door shut behind him,

nook, peering out

through the tinted window.

spy?” he says, coming to sit with me on

perhaps wanting to give us our own

bedroom, making some excuse about wanting to

we both know he doesn’t

sigh, looking up at my mate and reaching for my baby, who

into my arms. “But you

murmurs, slipping his arms low

baby and I warmly against him, resting his chin on

he too can look out at Cora and Roger, “I never

love life

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