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.

Then she looks over

“You know I

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

the idea, and we

long into the night the family gathered

about nothing and everything, chatting lightly about

but not touching on any

We all know that they’re there, after

to leave them

laughter,

a little as I bite into

the way I like it. “Oh my god,” I murmur, closing my

is so

Sinclair laughs, you’re going to get marshmallow

baby – ”

I murmur, shaking my head and refusing to open my eyes as

bite. “He

and lifts Rafe from my arms. I let

alone with my s’more

away from me, apologizing in a

mother is. I

knowing that he’s

s’more and look around at my family, watching

and his grandchild while Cora

other, not talking but clearly

nice out here,” Cora says, wrapping her arms around herself and

didn’t think I’d like sitting

as much as this.”

Roger

hair as he smiles

up at the stars and then

Roger, beaming at him.

from crossing my face as I watch them.

I decide that that’s my

up from my little camping chair and

looks up at

then towards Roger and Cora, who

nods his understanding. He walks to

back, leaning down to speak

we can –

has to be lifted into the

the baby make our way back into the little

by the fire to have a

they’re talking about,” I say

shut behind him,

in the little kitchen nook, peering out

through the tinted window.

their business, little spy?” he says, coming

give us our own moment, rolls his

some excuse about wanting to watch some

both know

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

into my arms. “But you know I always want

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

the baby and I warmly against him, resting

out at Cora and Roger,

of my brother’s love life until

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