The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Cora

I blow lightly on my cup of tea, doing my best to cool it and concentrate on the book that’s open in my lap. But even as I try, my eyes continually drift to the picture window in front of me that overlooks the front of our property, including the driveway where Roger’s going to pull in any minute now.

At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself for the past two hours.

I sigh, frustrated. I sent him a text a while ago asking him to let me know when he’d be home not that I really need to know, I just…wanted to know.

But Roger is notoriously bad at keeping an eye on his phone, and I know that he and Sinclair have had a particularly stressful day today. So, I’do my best to just…exercise my patience.

But I sigh because, even though patience is usually one of my virtues…

Today? I’m finding it a little hard.

Happy!

The baby’s little tap comes skipping down the bond out of nowhere, and I burst into a grin, looking down at myself.

“Oh, so are you liking the ginger tea, little guy?” I ask, laughing a little as I stroke a hand over my belly.

He doesn’t respond because…well, because I asked him out loud, and he can’t hear me, but I smile nonetheless, taking another sip.

Happy? I ask, sending the word and the feeling down the bond to him.

His answer comes back in an instant. Happy happy!

I laugh again, desperately pleased at this, and wondering what’s going to come next with him. Because he’s getting bigger, I can almost feel him growing by the day, and soon he’s going to start feeling all sorts of new things. But will he even have words for them? Will we feel them before he does, and be able to pass the same emotions back and forth, asking questions like we do with happy? Will it be –

But even as I ponder it, excited, headlights flash across the drive and my face bursts into a grin.

home, little baby,” I murmur, taking another sip of my tea before putting it down on the

watching his every step and continuing to stroke my stomach. “Daddy’s in a mood,

pulses, making

anything

his jokes. God,

it shut behind him and already looking up the stairs, clearly intent on

towards me, stopping so fast in his tracks that he almost trips over his

doing in here?” he asks almost

a little in surprise, looking him up and down. “I’m sorry,” I say, my voice deep with sarcasm. “Am

sorry,” he says, and I can tell that he means it even though his voice is clipped. “You just surprised me –

of a

he sighs, and

for him and folding my legs to make space on the

he says, glancing up the stairs.

a little still. ” You’re

again, almost begging for a moment. “I just want to go

frequently see him like this. Once we broke into Roger’s tough shell, he revealed himself to be funny, and sweet, and full of jokes. This Roger, which exists even beneath that? Earnest,

me this

a second. “Sure,” I say, nodding to him and

my hand

gives a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom to take a short shower, washing off the day. I’m silent as I change into my nightgown, laying out a pair of pajama pants on the bed for him, because I know that’s all

light to see by, but otherwise shut off all the lights

know he’ll tell me about in a few minutes when he’s ready. I can’t help admiring him a little when he drops his towel and reaches for the folded pajama pants on the edge

his head a little and smirks at

in bedroom, the fire highlighting the carved

pulling back the covers and slipping beneath them. I scootch across the mattress, pressing myself to his side, and

fingers through his still-damp hair and cooing softly to him in

most of our relationship is based on a great deal of laughter and teasing. But

purr with the pleasure of it. Interestingly, for how