Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 399 – King and Queen

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.”

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. I just,” I consider it for

pulling his arm from my grip and wrapping it around my shoulder to pull me close. Yes, but that

say, my eyes

and we’re on the throne,” he grins widely at me, seeing the excitement on my face, “you get a crown.” “Well then let’s go!” I shout, bursting forward and heading up the steps. “What the hell are

while I unpack all of our moving boxes. “Not until the official coronation, my ass,” I murmur angrily as I use a box cutter to cut the tape on probably my fortieth box and start to unload all of Rafe’s baby clothes. A few feet away from me in his little playpen, Rafe lets out a little squeal that I choose to interpret as support.

the. rules. It’s not really a Kingdom precisely anymore the jewels belong to everyone. It’s not right to wear them until

when, precisely, I plan to be wearing that crown. And just how good I’ll look wearing that crown, and only that crown. Sinclair blinks and then huffs a laugh, grinning at me. “Fine,” he

and get it back to fully functioning, hired a head chef. Still, I don’t even know where the kitchens are and it feels strange already to be waited on like this. What

had much of the furniture replaced with that which suits our taste a bit better, but still…I’ll never forget the day we brought our baby into the world. “Vividly,” Sinclair murmurs, biting into his sandwich

wrong? Are you… doubting the fact that

then he looks over at the baby. And I hope I can convince him to be as well, when his turn comes.” “Rafe?” I

they were too cute to do anything wrong.” Yes,” I sigh, standing and reaching down to pick up my baby and carry him over to his poor worried father. “But we’ll raise him right.” I kiss my baby on his head, sending a little love down the bond to him that makes him smile and wiggle with happiness. “We’ll do our very best, Rafe,” Sinclair says to our boy, smiling at him. “We can promise you that.” “So,” I say, after a moment as I raise my baby to my shoulder and hold him close. “What’s next for us? We’re in the palace. We’re awaiting some kind of coronation. What do we have to…do?” “Well,” my mate says, looking up at me with serious eyes. “I’ve got a bunch of politics and meetings to attend, as well as