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 me from

mine. “You know I can’t

hire us chefs,” I

idea, and we both

long into the night

everything,

our mutual future but not touching

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

decide to leave

about laughter, and fun, and

a little as I bite into a smore

a crisp just the way I like it. “Oh

“This is so

Sinclair laughs, you’re going to get

baby – ”

shaking my head and

bite. “He

as he comes and lifts Rafe from my arms.

s’more anyway. Cora, Roger, and Henry

Rafe away from me, apologizing in a loud murmur

and inconsiderate his mother is. I wave a hand

knowing that

and look around at my family, watching

Henry watches Sinclair and his grandchild while

not talking but clearly connected

wrapping

our dark camp. “I didn’t think I’d like sitting

as much as this.”

Roger murmurs,

hair as he smiles at

the stars and then turning her head to look

Roger, beaming at him.

can’t help my own smile from crossing my face as I watch them.

each other, I decide that

stand up from my little

looks up at

RV and then towards Roger

my gaze and then nods his

hand on his back, leaning down to speak

one, as stealthily as we can – which is not very

has to be lifted into the RV with a noisy

baby make our way back into the little mobile house, leaving

the fire to have a moment

do you think they’re talking about,” I

RV, pulling the door shut behind him, the baby still curled in

peering

through the tinted window.

business, little spy?” he says, coming

to give us

the bedroom, making some excuse about wanting to

we both know

I sigh, looking up at my mate and

“But you know I always want

murmurs, slipping his arms

pulling the baby and I warmly against him,

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

of my brother’s love life until

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