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.

before putting it down on the

step and continuing to stroke my stomach.

The baby pulses, making me laugh

anything but

already with his jokes. God, I love

storms through it, pushing it shut behind him and already looking up the stairs, clearly intent on going right up

towards me, stopping so fast in his tracks that he

you doing in here?” he asks almost

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

second and running a hand through his hair before looking up at me again. ” I’m sorry,” he says, and I can tell that he means it even though

a

sighs,

I say, reaching for him and folding my

says, glancing up the stairs. “Can we just go to

ask, going a little still. ”

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

we broke into Roger’s tough shell, he revealed himself to be funny, and sweet, and full

showing me this side…he

side in a second. “Sure,” I say, nodding to

once, tugging on my hand and pulling me up the stairs

the bathroom to take a short shower, washing off the day. I’m silent as I

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

out of the bathroom a few minutes later, his face serious and his eyes far-off, thinking through something that I 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 of

my efforts to keep it to myself, Roger raises his head a

I supposed to do when he shows up all naked in bedroom, the fire highlighting the

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

running my fingers through his still-damp hair and cooing softly

of our relationship is based on a great deal of laughter and teasing. But tonight? Tonight, I can tell he needs

start to run my fingernails lightly over the skin of his back in a way that I know he likes. And Roger, to my content, starts almost to purr with the pleasure of it. Interestingly, for how much we usually want to tear into each other, there’s not too much that’s sexual about this moment.