Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 424

Chapter 424 – Run Away Bride

Cora

As Roger drives down the dark highway, I type out a quick message to Ella on my phone: Hey! I’m going to be MIA for a couple of days. Roger and I are taking some time to ourselves. I’m sorry to leave you hanging with all the work we have to do at the camps will you forgive me?

I bite my lip anxiously when I press send and stare at my phone, waiting for the reply.

“Quit that,” Roger says, glancing at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Worrying about it,” he says, giving a little shrug. “She’s not your boss, Cora.”

“Yeah well, Dominic is your boss,” I point out, raising my eyebrows. “Did you even text him?”

“Nah,” he says, grinning broadly. I’ll let Ella break it to him and just face his wrath when we come back.”

“If we come back,” I say, sufficiently relaxed by his encouragement and leaning back against my chair. “Who knows. Maybe we’ll like eloping so much that we just…stay.”

“I encourage this,” Roger says, laughing. “Thoroughly. We can probably assume new identities, just completely abandon our lives and our responsibilities.”

I laugh at the idea and look at the window, the thrill and excitement of elopement still rushing through me. ” Yeah, but then we won’t get to see Rafe grow up. And little no-name here won’t have his best friend.” I run my hand passively over my stomach, sending a little pulse of happy down the bond to the baby so that he can feel my excitement along with me. But he doesn’t send anything back – probably asleep. Or whatever.

Who knows, with these magical mystery babies Ella and I have. “About that,” Roger says, glancing at me again. “Do you have ideas? For names, for the baby?”

I turn to him, surprised. “Do you know? I actually…don’t.”

his head. “Let me guess. Ella had her names picked out from childhood, and

Sinclair,” I say, winking at him, making him laugh. “It’s almost like you’ve met us or

sit for a while before he speaks again. “Well, I

straight and looking

about

“What names are off the list,

he says, immediate, and

“Why Edgar?”

with ‘gar’ in it is mean to a little kid. And I knew

this, agreeing. “All right, Edgar’s off

and I reach out, shoving his shoulder a little.

and putting on his most stubborn expression. “You’ll accuse me of being sentimental. I want this to be a discussion, so you have to come up with some

my eyes but unable to keep myself from smiling at my secretly-sweet mate. “That’s the most sentimental idea I’ve ever heard so much more sentimental than just telling me

discussion to me as a mating gift,” he says,

Whatever the groom wants on

journey into the night. Roger reaches out and takes my hand as we drive quickly towards the coast, giving my palm a squeeze

too, feeling sentimental and excited and thrilled. Even if I haven’t been looking forward to this evening for my whole

– I had the owner come and open it up for us so that it would be cozy when we got here. The whole house

I knew it

car. I smile right back

another word, we both spring into action – Roger going to the trunk to get our bags and me moving to the door of the little bungalow with the white box under my arm, punching in the code to unlock it. When Roger joins

stare into the prettiest, tiniest little beach house that I’ve ever seen. There’s a little kitchen

it the wall of windows that

“Do you like it?”

arm around my

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