Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel
“Okay,” he agrees, tucking his head down against my shoulder and playing with my hair with one hand, the other moving down my side to caress my little baby bump. “How’s this one doing?”
“I think she’s okay,” I say, sighing happily. And then I bite my lip, turning mind fully to my daughter for the first real time tonight. “It was amazing to see her too, wasn’t it?”
“It was,” he murmurs. “What a gift it was to be Jesse’s godparent.”
“She’s so pretty,” I whisper, my voice squeaking a little in excitement.
“She looks just like you,” Sinclair whispers, laughing.
“I know,” I say, giggling. “Just think she’ll have Kings falling at her feet, nations collapsing under the weight of her smolder – ”
“Girls don’t smolder,” he murmurs, laughing along with me.
“This one will,” I sigh, putting my hand on top of his on my stomach. “I think she’s going to be really special, Dominic,” I whisper.
“I think so too,” he whispers back. And I smile, and snuggle up against my mate, and wrapped up warm in each other’s arms we fall asleep.
I’m my wolf in my dreams this morning, running breathless through the forest, the wind rippling through my hair. I toss my head back, sprinting for the joy of it. Sinclair is by my side, his own gigantic wolf keeping easy pace with me, and I nip at his side, teasing him, urging him faster.
He snaps his teeth at me playfully and obeys, speeding up to pass me, and at his heels is a little brown pup – yipping his joy as he chases his father’s tail. I laugh inwardly, joy racing through my heart, watching Rafe and Sinclair go.
But I don’t chase after them, because pressed close to my own side is my little charge. She’s just barely there half visible, half substantial in the morning light that filters through the trees. But I can feel her – in my heart and down my bond. My own little twin, a little rose-gold pup, who raises her snout to the sky and howls for joy.
I dip my snout, and give her a quick lick across the head, and she peers up at me with eyes so happy they squint.
And then I run, with my daughter by my side, all morning long.
Five and a Half Months Later
Ella
There’s a strange atmosphere in the palace today and I admit that I don’t quite no how to feel, because everything is half dread and half excited anticipation.
At least, that’s how it is for everyone else.
For me? For me it’s just a great deal of discomfort.
“Ella,” Cora scolds as I try to bend over and pick up one of Rafe’s socks from the floor. “Let me do that – ”
“I can do it!” I gasp, reaching for it –
But then I stumble and almost fall over, and Cora catches me by the shoulders.
“Enough!” she snaps, shaking her head at me. “Back to the nest! Stop getting out of it! You’re six full months pregnant, Ella – full term! For heaven’s sake, if you fall over I’m scared you’ll split like a watermelon and just spill the baby out.”
“That might be better,” I mutter, glaring at the errant sock and doing as my sister says, heading back for my bed. “This baby is big, and I’m not precisely looking forward to pushing her out.”
“Well, what did you expect,” Cora says, flipping the sock into a hamper and walking behind me to the bed. ” You decided to have babies with the most gigantic man I’ve ever seen.”
“First,” I say, holding up one finger as I sink down on to my bed and start to tuck my legs under the covers, “I did not choose to have children with that gigantic man, I chose a nice slim sperm donor for my first child -”
“Yeah well, you chose to have the second baby,” Cora reminds me, raising an eyebrow at me as she sits down on the edge of the bed.
“And second,” I say, choosing to ignore her logic, “Rafe was a little baby. It’s not my fault that this one is very content to stay in for as long as she possibly can.” I sigh, resting my head back against my pillows and putting my hands on either side of my belly.
“Poor sister,” Cora coos, reaching out to stroke my stomach as well. “She’ll be here soon enough.”
What Cora says is true I’ve been in pre-labor for a couple of hours now. I’m having mild, irregular contractions which Cora says is unlikely to be Braxton Hicks at this late stage. So, baby girl is coming soon, even if she’s taking her time about this as well.
“Remember how crazy it was?” I say softly, my mind turning to the past. ” When Rafe was born?”
“I do,” she replies. “Do you miss it?”
I peek through my eyelids at her, smirking a bit. “Do I miss almost dying and fearing for my life, having to stop and give birth in a strange palace because the roads to the hospital were blocked?”
She shrugs. “Well, do you?”
“Maybe a little,” I murmur, and then I laugh, shaking my head. “It was all very exciting. Poor baby girl needs a fuss too.”
“We’ll give her plenty of fuss,” Cora says, running her hand comfortingly across my stomach. “Besides, two months from now we get to have her baptism, and then it’s Aunt Cora’s revenge.”
“Cora,” I groan. “Honestly, it wasn’t so bad -”
“I’m going to come back from it soaked,” she says, grinning at me, ” covered in mud, with an insane story about your daughter’s future – ”
“You know,” I say, sitting up on my elbows and glaring at her, “you don’t have to be her godmother – ”
“Oh whatever, Ella,” Cora says, rolling her eyes and laughing. “Like you have any other friends.”
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