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.”

head. “Let me guess. Ella had her names picked

head, Sinclair,” I say, winking at him, making him

and then we let the moment sit for a while before he speaks again. “Well, I have some thoughts,” he

up straight and looking at him eagerly. “You

smirking and tossing me a little glare. ” I think about our child, and

say, grinning. “What names

he says, immediate, and I burst into

“Why Edgar?”

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

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

reach out, shoving

“You’ll accuse me of being sentimental. I want this to be a discussion, so you have to come up with some too. And then

I say, rolling my eyes but unable to keep myself from smiling at my secretly-sweet mate. “That’s the most sentimental idea I’ve ever heard so

me as a mating gift,” he says, nodding. “I get to make that

I say, sighing happily. ” Whatever the groom wants on his wedding day – that’s what they say, isn’t

out and takes my hand as we drive quickly towards the coast, giving my palm a squeeze and passing his excitement to me

– and that I’m all worked up about this too, feeling sentimental and excited and thrilled.

before us. It’s lit from within by warm yellow light – I had the owner come and open it up for

I knew it was

the car. I smile right back

– 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

that I’ve ever seen. There’s a little kitchen space

it the wall of windows that looks directly out onto the beach, and beyond that, the ocean. “Wow, Cora,” he says again, and I look up to see him smiling down at

“Do you like it?”

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