Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel
“You did right,” he says, pulling away and nodding to me before pressing a quick kiss to my mouth and sitting down on the bed with me still in his arms. “It was just a big surprise, is all.”
“For us too,” I say, looking to Cora for confirmation. She raises her eyebrows and nods in agreement as Roger clears the trays from the bed and sits down next to his mate.
“How are they?” I ask, eager. “Did you find anything else out?”
“They’re very comfortable,” Roger replies, pulling Cora close as he speaks. “We really did put hospitality on it, making sure they have everything they could want. And the suite they’re in is nice, if indeed guarded. But no, we didn’t find much else out, and we won’t until tomorrow. We’re having dad come we know he’ll want to be in on the conversation.”
“Oh, good,” I reply, leaning into Sinclair and looking up at him. “What do you think?”
“Overall?” he says, looking down at me. “I think Sarah is who she says she is. And if that’s true then…” he sighs, shaking his head, “I think we’re going to hear a very sad story tomorrow. I can’t imagine what life must have been like, for two human girls raised in Xander’s home.”
And my heart sinks to think of it – Of the world from which they escaped, a world in which it’s logical to let your niece live in an orphanage her whole life and then, when the time is right, to swap sperm samples at her sister’s clinic and then try to steal the baby that resulted from that deception.
If I have already suffered so much at the hand of a man I’ve never met….
What must they have suffered as two humans serving in his home?
I’m up very early the next morning, my mind instantly on poor Sarah, poor Jessica, somewhere in the palace, probably worried about what on earth is coming next.
I slowly pull my body from its warm place at Sinclair’s side, grimacing as I try not to disturb him as much as I can – he’s so cute, my big tough Alpha, all vulnerable and sleeping and
“Just go, Ella,” he murmurs, his eyes still shut. I laugh a little, softly –
Because of course he felt me go every sense is attuned to me, to my safety. his
“All right, Dominic,” I murmur, leaning in to press a very soft kiss to his mouth. “But you stay asleep.”
“Noo problem,” he whispers, and then turns over as I roll to my side of the bed and quickly stand up. I give him a little glance over my shoulder – admiring the tanned muscles of his back for just a second – before leaning down to pick up my little baby.
Rafe is, as he usually is, awake and quiet, waiting for me to come and get him as I always do.
“Lovely little baby,” I murmur to him, nudging him with my nose as I take him over to his changing table to get him started for his day. “How did I get so lucky as to have such a good boy? Not even crying in the morning, so his mama can rest.”
Rafe gives a happy little squeal that makes me laugh, but it also makes me glance over my shoulder at my mate- because I don’t want to wake him. But Sinclair stays still, his shoulders moving gently with his soft breathing. Good – I want him to get his rest.
I change Rafe as quickly as I can and then take him into our gigantic closet to feed him while I pick out my clothes for the day. When Rafe’s finished eating I’m about to put him into his car seat so that I can take a shower, but a dark shadow falls over me.
“Give him here,” Sinclair murmurs, and I turn to smile at him as I hand the baby over.
“How did you know?” I ask, curious.
“Baby told me,” Sinclair says, smirking down at Rafe.
“What!?”
“Down the bond,” Sinclair clarifies, leaning close to give me a kiss on the cheek. “He didn’t want to go in the car seat. He called for me.”
“Clever baby,” I say, a little awed as I peer at my son, who burbles happily up at his dad. “That’s amazing.”
“He just wants to be held,” Sinclair says, giving a little shrug. “When you go to put him down, he calls for me instead of crying, like a human baby would. Not that amazing – just a… different way of letting his parents know what he wants and needs.” Then he heads back to the bed with the baby, probably to check his phone and relax, while I take my shower and get dressed. When I come out, Sinclair passes Rafe back to me and then gets ready himself and I dress the baby.
The result of this early morning is that we’re the first ones in the sunny breakfast room in which we’ll be meeting Sarah and Jessica. I tab my fingers on the table, staring at the door, before Sinclair places a passive hand on mine, making me stop.
“You’re not going to hurry them by worrying about it,” he murmurs, looking down at his phone, where he’s fielding about a thousand messages from the hundreds of ventures he’s started working on since our return from the bunker.
I scowl, knowing that he’s right, but hating it anyway. So rather than sit still, I take Rafe from the table to a small living area on the far side of the room and spread out a little blanket for us so that we can have a little play time before everyone else arrives.
I laugh for nearly half an hour straight as I play with my little boy, marveling at him. He’s just…already gotten so big, I can’t believe it. And he’s so bright, and sweet, and cheerful – god, I can barely believe that he’s mine. He’s fulfilled every wish I ever had about a mom – and beyond that, has allowed me to access a level of love and joy that I honestly didn’t know I was capable of.
“Sweet baby prince,” I murmur to him, leaning over to blow a raspberry on his little belly. “Do you know how cute you are!? And how much we love you!?”
Rafe gives a little squeal of affirmation and I feel a pulse down our bond – a little happy joy from his heart to mine.
“Oh my goodness,” I murmur, laying down on the floor next to him, bringing my face close to his and letting him reach out his little pudgy hands to touch my cheeks and my nose. As he does, I smile so hard it hurts. “Little baby Rafe,” I murmur, kissing his hands. “You are everything to me.”
“I don’t know about this,” a voice above me says, and I jump a little and then laugh when I see Sinclair standing above us, his arms crossed over his chest in mock anger. “I don’t know if I like the idea of this little guy stealing my best girl’s heart.”
I laugh harder, sitting up.
“Seriously,” Sinclair says, leaning over and pretending to talk to Rafe alone now, who just giggles up at him. ” You’d better knock it off, kid – it used to be me she talked to that way -”
“Don’t be jealous,” I sigh, taking Sinclair’s hand and tugging him down so that he sits on the floor next to us. “I can love you both.”
“Yeah well,” he murmurs, bringing his face close to mine and then dropping his head slightly so that he can run his lips over the skin of my neck. “Just make sure you always keep me at the top of your list of men you love, all right?”
“Oh, sure,” I say, rolling my eyes. And we’ll see how well you do at that once you have a daughter to steal your heart.”
“I’ll just pretend she’s a boy.”
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