Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel
“And where is all of Rafe’s stuff? His changing table – his bassinet -” And I squeal a little bit as I see her figuring out our surprise.
“We decided,” Sinclair repeats, “that it was time for a ratherbigchange.” Cora stares at us confused.
But Roger gasps, putting it all together faster than his mate.
“Oh, my god,” he moans, stumbling back a step and looking around at the room again.
He focuses, in particular, on the painting that we placed above the fireplace.
It’s subtle still in light colors to match the rest of the room – but clearly portrays a summer storm above a forest.
“No, guys – you didn’t -” ” What?” Cora asks again, coming to my side, and I take her hand.
“We’re moving into the palace, Cora,” I say softly, beaming at her.
“We want…we did all of this for you.” “What!?” she gasps, apparently unable to think of any other words as she raises a shaky hand to her mouth.
“What are you what do you…” And then she turns in the room, looking around at everything – all of the things I picked out just for her.
And I feel a thrill of joy radiate out from my heart as I watch my sister’s eyes fill with tears.
“We’ll get you all the baby stuff,” I say quietly, “a little later.
But we thought…for now, you might want to just settle in the two of you…” “It’s too much,” Roger says, sitting down hard on the bed as he continues to stare around the room, shaking his head.
“Dominic – we can’t -” “You have to,” Sinclair says with a shrug.
“Paperwork’s all finished.
It’s out of my hands now – your problem.” He smacks his hands together as if dusting them off, proving his point as he smiles at his brother.
“Ella,” Cora says, a little sob hitching in her throat as she steps close to me and lets me wrap my arms around her.
“I’m so happy to be able to give you a home, Cora,” I whisper to her.
“What we always wanted as kids.
What webothhave now.
At that, she really does burst into sobbing tears, and I laugh and hold her close, feeling a couple slip down my cheeks as well.
I look over at Roger, feeling a little undone to see him wiping at his own eyes.
“Thanks, Dominic,” he says, and I grin at the fact that the brother we usually can’t get to shut up has nothing left to say.
“This was…this was so nice.” “We love you, brother,” Dominic says, patting his back and looking down at him.
“You do have to name the kid after me, though.” “No way!” Cora protests through her sobs, not letting that slide.
“Middle name,” Roger murmurs, smiling up at his brother.
“For sure.” And Dominic laughs, and so do I.
Our eyes meet and I don’t even need to pass an emotion down the bond to know that he feels exactly the same as me: so grateful for our siblings, so excited for them, and so, sohappy to be able to give them their first home in which to raise their child.
“Thanks for getting me out of that apartment,” Cora murmurs into my neck, making me laugh.
“It was so bad.” “Which one?” I ask, grinning.
” Yours or his?” “Both,” she sighs.
“Does this mean you two are moving into the palace?” Roger asks, finding his feet again and taking a steadying breath.” Yup,” Sinclair replies, wrapping an arm around his brother’s shoulders, “Right after breakfast.” “Oh, so there really is food,” Cora says, lifting her head and looking a little eagerly towards the door.
“You two,” I say, shaking my head and walking with her over to it.” You’re going to have to learn how to feed yourselves.
And the baby.” “We’ll play it by ear,” she concedes, grinning, and then we all head down the steps for our final meal in our house.
Or, I think, smiling to myself, the first of many in Roger and Cora’s.
Ella
“I’m glad we did that,” I say later that afternoon as Sinclair pulls our car around to the front entrance of the palace.
“I couldn’t stand to say goodbye to that house if it was to a stranger.
Too many memories there.” ” I agree,” Sinclair says, parking directly out front in what feels…well, feels too informal for the future King’s first entrance to the palace, his new home.
” Doesn’t this place have like, a garage?” I murmur, looking into the back seat to check on little Rafe, who is happily chewing on the sleeve of his little baby hoodie and staring at himself in a mirror attached to his car seat.
“I… think so…” Sinclair says, and I look up in surprise to see him grimacing at me a little.
“I’ve only really been here for state occasions,” he says, shrugging.” And the birth of our child,” I point out.
“Well for that,” he says, “wealsojust parked out front.” “True true,” I say, turning away to my door.
“I guess we’ll figure it all out.
Yes, we will,” he murmurs, getting out of the car and opening the back seat to lift out Rafe’s carrier.
While I wait for them to come around to my side, I stare up at the gorgeous palace in front of me.
“I can’t believe this is going to be my home,” I murmur.
“I can’t believe I’m going to be a King,” he sighs.
I look up at him, studying the lines of his handsome face.
“Yeah,” I agree.
“Me neither.” Sinclair laughs and shakes his head down at me.
“Well, I would hope thatyouwould try to chuff me up a little bit there.” I laugh and take his arm, squeezing it.
“Well, you know I think you cando it,” I say, grinning, “and that I don’t think anyone else could do it any better.
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