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.”

had her names picked

him, making him laugh.

while before he speaks again. “Well, I

and looking at him eagerly. “You have

a little glare. ” I think about our child, and his future, and

say, grinning. “What names are off the

immediate, and

“Why Edgar?”

“Any name with ‘gar’ in it is mean to a little

“All right, Edgar’s

I reach

says, sitting back and putting on his most stubborn expression. “You’ll accuse me of being sentimental. I want this to be a discussion,

smiling at my secretly-sweet mate. “That’s the most sentimental idea I’ve

to me as a mating gift,” he says,

” Whatever the groom wants on his wedding

into the night. Roger reaches out and takes my hand as we drive quickly towards the coast, giving my palm a squeeze and passing his excitement

up about this too, feeling sentimental and excited and thrilled. Even if I haven’t been looking forward to this evening for my whole

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

knew it

car. I smile right back at him, so pleased that he feels precisely as

action – 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 it. When Roger joins me at the threshold, I push the door open

into the prettiest, tiniest little beach house that I’ve ever seen. There’s a little

linens and beyond it the wall of windows that looks directly out onto the beach, and beyond that, the ocean. “Wow,

“Do you like it?”

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