Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 416-Awake Ella

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!?”

give me a kiss on the cheek. “He didn’t want to go in the car

I say, a little awed as I peer at my son, who burbles happily up at his dad. “That’s

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

early morning is that we’re the first ones in the sunny breakfast room in which we’ll be meeting Sarah and

looking down at his phone, where he’s fielding about a thousand messages from the hundreds of ventures he’s started working on

Rafe from the table to a small living area on

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

to blow a raspberry on his little belly. “Do you know how cute you are!? And how much we love

feel a pulse down our bond – a little happy joy from his

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

see Sinclair standing above us, his arms crossed over his chest in mock anger. “I don’t know if I like the idea of

laugh harder, sitting

at him. ” You’d

tugging him down so that he sits

to mine and then dropping his head slightly so that he can run his lips over the skin of

see how well you do at that once you have a daughter to steal

pretend

laugh now, both at his words and the soft tickly feeling of his lips on my skin. “Oh sure,” I say, sarcastic, “you’d just love that. A little girl trapsing around with Rafe and Cora’s son, getting into all the messes that boys do? There’s no part of you that would overreact to her being in any kind of danger as she played boys’ sports, participated in boys’ activities, learning how to fight

she’s your daughter? She

pulling my head back a little to look into his face. “Your daughter would be strong enough to handle that, to

looks at me, truly hears my words. “Trouble,” he growls, lifting hand to

lips to mine, and our little baby gives a