Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 424

Chapter 424 – Run Away Bride

Cora

As Roger drives down the dark highway, I type out a quick message to Ella on my phone: Hey! I’m going to be MIA for a couple of days. Roger and I are taking some time to ourselves. I’m sorry to leave you hanging with all the work we have to do at the camps will you forgive me?

I bite my lip anxiously when I press send and stare at my phone, waiting for the reply.

“Quit that,” Roger says, glancing at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Worrying about it,” he says, giving a little shrug. “She’s not your boss, Cora.”

“Yeah well, Dominic is your boss,” I point out, raising my eyebrows. “Did you even text him?”

“Nah,” he says, grinning broadly. I’ll let Ella break it to him and just face his wrath when we come back.”

“If we come back,” I say, sufficiently relaxed by his encouragement and leaning back against my chair. “Who knows. Maybe we’ll like eloping so much that we just…stay.”

“I encourage this,” Roger says, laughing. “Thoroughly. We can probably assume new identities, just completely abandon our lives and our responsibilities.”

I laugh at the idea and look at the window, the thrill and excitement of elopement still rushing through me. ” Yeah, but then we won’t get to see Rafe grow up. And little no-name here won’t have his best friend.” I run my hand passively over my stomach, sending a little pulse of happy down the bond to the baby so that he can feel my excitement along with me. But he doesn’t send anything back – probably asleep. Or whatever.

Who knows, with these magical mystery babies Ella and I have. “About that,” Roger says, glancing at me again. “Do you have ideas? For names, for the baby?”

I turn to him, surprised. “Do you know? I actually…don’t.”

“Let me guess. Ella had her names picked out from childhood, and

at him, making him laugh. “It’s almost like you’ve met us or

a while

straight and looking at him eagerly. “You have

not stone, Cora,” he says, smirking and tossing me a little glare. ” I think about our child, and his future, and what I’d prefer

names are off

he says, immediate, and I burst

“Why Edgar?”

with ‘gar’ in it is mean to a little kid. And I knew

this, agreeing. “All right, Edgar’s off the list. What’s on

I reach

and putting on his most stubborn expression. “You’ll accuse me of being sentimental. I want this to be a discussion, so you have to come up

to keep myself from smiling at my secretly-sweet mate. “That’s the most sentimental idea

a mating gift,” he says, nodding. “I get to make that request at least, don’t I

sighing happily. ” Whatever the groom wants on his wedding day – that’s

at me a little, making me laugh, and then we continue our journey into the night. Roger reaches out and takes my hand as we drive

it back to him, letting him know that I’m just teasing – and that I’m all worked up about this too, feeling sentimental and excited

the tiny little beach cottage sitting before us. It’s lit from within by warm yellow light – I had the owner come and open it up for us so that it would be cozy when we got here. The whole house is probably as big as

knew it

turning to grin at me over the roof of the car. I smile right back at him,

– Roger going to the trunk to get our bags and me moving to the door of the little bungalow with the white box under my arm, punching in the code to unlock

a little kitchen space off to our left, and a sofa off to the right, but the majority of the

the wall of windows that looks directly out onto the

“Do you like it?”

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