Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 429

#Chapter 429 – Names

Cora

Matthew? Roger tries, passing the name down the line to the baby and I grip his hand, and we both wait…

But nothing.

“The baby doesn’t like the name Matthew,” I whisper, laughing a little. “Well, it was just a starter,” Roger murmurs, grinning at me again. “You try one.”

“All right,” I say, leaning my head back and taking a deep breath. And then I pass a name down, trying… Oliver.

“Oliver!?” Roger bursts out in disgust and I gasp, glaring at him.

“You are biasing our son!” I accuse, sitting up to smack him. “I said nothing when you said stupid Matthew!”

“Matty is a cute name “he protests, laughing and blocking my blow. “Oliver is the name of a sickly Victorian child who wants more gruel -”

I growl and lay back, taking a deep breath and gathering myself. “Well, let’s see what the baby thinks,” I murmur, sending Roger another glare. And then I try again, whispering Oliver? down the bond. But nothing comes back.

“Good baby,” Roger murmurs, kissing my stomach again and making me laugh. “Don’t let her call you that. It’s terrible.”

“Okay okay,” I say, taking a deep breath. “Let’s try one more.”

“I’ll pick it?” Roger asks.

“Sure,” I reply, relaxing. “But this time, pick one you really, really like. One that you’d actually want him to be called – your favorite.”

“Okay,” he murmurs.

And then Roger passes another name down the bond, and I smile, because…

Because I love it.

And we wait…

at the

Happy!

and sitting up as Roger snatches me to him, pulling

-” he stares at me, thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his face in my hands and kiss him, and

we just

the sun came up, and then we gathered up all of our sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped back to the

of the bungalow tapping on the door, bringing us a basket of food so we

I had to, eventually, because Roger wouldn’t let me eat all my meals in bed, instead insisting that I come and sit with him on the couch for the elaborate dinner he made. Well, elaborate for Roger, who never learned to cook. But the spread of sandwiches and warmed soup and crackers he made was delicious, and

bed talking, making each other laugh, sending

of the day as we napped, and went swim and laid out

had to get back – because as much as we like each

Roger murmurs, pulling me close outside the little bungalow after we’ve packed and locked

me, let it sweep through me. “Maybe not next week.

place. Maybe the owner will

a hand on my stomach. “But, considering that this little

eyebrows raising. “And considering what the

a grin. “You’re thinking

a bunch more,” he nods, eager. “And I’m going to enjoy

away a little bit. ” You

as we head for the car. ” Nah, I’m going to be a very involved dad. You’ll see. You’ll

door

loading our tiny luggage into

seat. “Ella, loaded up with four

a deal,” he says, half serious and grinning at me as he buckles his belt

him and stroking my belly fondly. “We’re lucky. We’ve got a good

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