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 looks over at

mine. “You know

shrug. “Maybe we can make them hire us chefs,” I consider. She raises

at the idea, and

continues like this long into the

and everything, chatting lightly about what we’ll

mutual future but not touching on

conversation. We all know that they’re

simultaneously decide to leave

laughter, and fun, and

a little as I bite into a smore that Sinclair hands

way I like it. “Oh my

so good,

Sinclair laughs, you’re going to get marshmallow all

baby – ”

don’t care,” I murmur, shaking my head and

bite. “He

comes and lifts

to be alone with my s’more

walks Rafe away from me, apologizing

I wave a hand at him,

words, knowing that he’s kidding

my s’more and look around at my

and his grandchild while

each other, not talking but clearly connected in

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

think I’d like sitting

as much as this.”

isn’t there?” Roger murmurs, raising a hand

Cora’s hair as he

says, looking up at the stars and then turning her head

Roger, beaming at him.

my

each other, I decide that that’s

I can, I stand up from

looks up at me, curious and I nod my head

the RV and then towards Roger and Cora, who begin talking quietly.

follows my gaze and then nods his understanding. He

back, leaning down to

we can – which is not

to be lifted into the RV with

our way back into

by the fire to have

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

shut behind him, the baby still

little kitchen nook, peering out the window

through the tinted window.

he says, coming to sit

us

bedroom, making some excuse about

we both know

my mate and reaching for

my arms. “But you know I

know,” he murmurs, slipping his arms low around

against him, resting his chin

that he too can look out at Cora and Roger, “I

brother’s love life

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