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.”

at me, shaking his head. “Let me guess. Ella had her names picked out from childhood, and you never thought about it

the nail on the head, 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 have some

sitting up straight and looking at him eagerly.

I think about our child, and his future, and what I’d prefer to call him. Or

grinning. “What names

and I burst

“Why Edgar?”

mean to a little kid. And I knew someone named Edgar growing up and

agreeing. “All right, Edgar’s off the list. What’s

reach out, shoving his shoulder

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 too. And then we’ll decide

mate. “That’s the most

me as a mating gift,” he says, nodding.

sure,” I say, sighing happily. ” Whatever the groom wants

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

this too, feeling sentimental and excited and thrilled. Even if I haven’t

of the car and look at the tiny little beach cottage sitting before us. It’s lit from within by warm yellow light – I had the owner come and open it up for us so that it would be cozy when we got here. The whole house is probably as big as our living room and kitchen put together, but when I

knew it

says, turning to grin at me over the roof of the car. I smile right back at him, so pleased that he feels precisely as

moving to the door of the little bungalow with the white

prettiest, tiniest little beach house that I’ve ever seen. There’s a little kitchen space off to our left, and a sofa off to the right, but

surprise. I grin and follow his gaze to the beautiful bed decked out with white linens and beyond it the wall of windows that looks directly out onto the beach, and

“Do you like it?”

my shoulders. “Do you know what it reminds

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