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.

murmur, taking another sip of my tea before putting it down on the coffee table as I

continuing to stroke

baby pulses, making me

anything but happy, isn’t

kid – already with his jokes. God,

and already looking up the stairs, clearly intent on going right up and not even

fast in his tracks

you doing in

down. “I’m sorry,” I say, my voice deep with sarcasm. “Am I…

up at me again. ” I’m sorry,” he says, and

a day?”

sighs, and

here,” I say, reaching for him and folding my legs to make space

the stairs. “Can we just

going a little still.

hanging his head again, almost begging for a moment. “I just want to go to bed. With you. And just…be there.

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,

showing me this side…he must really be

second. “Sure,” I say, nodding to him and taking his hand. “Let’s

on my hand and pulling me up the stairs

bedroom, instead moving smoothly through our evening routine. Roger gives a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom to take a short shower, washing off the day. I’m silent as I

turn on the fire because I want the warmth and a little light to see by, but otherwise shut off all the lights and climb

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

keep it to myself, Roger raises his head a little and smirks at me.

all naked in bedroom, the fire highlighting the carved lines of his body

pajama pants on and moves to his side of the bed, pulling back the covers and slipping beneath them. I scootch across the mattress, pressing myself to his side, and Roger lets out a wicked little growl as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me

murmur, running my fingers through his still-damp hair

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

it. Interestingly, for how much we usually want to tear into each other, there’s not too much that’s sexual about this moment. Instead, it’s simply comfort freely offered and gratefully accepted by two