Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 459 – Changes

Cora

I blow lightly on my cup of tea, doing my best to cool it and concentrate on the book that’s open in my lap. But even as I try, my eyes continually drift to the picture window in front of me that overlooks the front of our property, including the driveway where Roger’s going to pull in any minute now.

At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself for the past two hours.

I sigh, frustrated. I sent him a text a while ago asking him to let me know when he’d be home not that I really need to know, I just…wanted to know.

But Roger is notoriously bad at keeping an eye on his phone, and I know that he and Sinclair have had a particularly stressful day today. So, I’do my best to just…exercise my patience.

But I sigh because, even though patience is usually one of my virtues…

Today? I’m finding it a little hard.

Happy!

The baby’s little tap comes skipping down the bond out of nowhere, and I burst into a grin, looking down at myself.

“Oh, so are you liking the ginger tea, little guy?” I ask, laughing a little as I stroke a hand over my belly.

He doesn’t respond because…well, because I asked him out loud, and he can’t hear me, but I smile nonetheless, taking another sip.

Happy? I ask, sending the word and the feeling down the bond to him.

His answer comes back in an instant. Happy happy!

I laugh again, desperately pleased at this, and wondering what’s going to come next with him. Because he’s getting bigger, I can almost feel him growing by the day, and soon he’s going to start feeling all sorts of new things. But will he even have words for them? Will we feel them before he does, and be able to pass the same emotions back and forth, asking questions like we do with happy? Will it be –

But even as I ponder it, excited, headlights flash across the drive and my face bursts into a grin.

“Daddy’s home, little baby,” I murmur, taking another sip of my tea before putting it down on the coffee table as I watch Roger park the car, and step out, and storm for our front door.

step and continuing to stroke

pulses, making

anything

with his jokes. God,

him and already looking up the stairs, clearly intent on going right

me, stopping so fast in his tracks

you doing in here?”

up and down. “I’m sorry,” I say, my voice deep with sarcasm. “Am I… not allowed to sit in our living

” I’m sorry,” he says, and I can tell that he means it even

of a day?” I

sighs, and

here,” I say, reaching for him and folding my legs to make space on

says, glancing up the stairs. “Can we just

I ask, going a little still. ” You’re not

says, hanging his head again, almost begging for a moment. “I just want to go to bed. With you.

Roger’s tough shell, he revealed himself to be funny, and sweet, and full of jokes.

he’s showing me this side…he must

feet and moving to his side in a second. “Sure,”

once, tugging on my hand and pulling me up the stairs

to take a short shower, washing off the day. I’m silent as I change into

to see by, but

my mate as he comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, his face serious and his eyes far-off, thinking through something that I know he’ll tell me about in a few minutes when he’s ready. I can’t help admiring him a little when he drops his towel and reaches for the folded pajama pants on

desire down our bond despite my efforts to keep it to myself, Roger raises his head a little

shows up all naked in bedroom, the fire highlighting the carved lines

mattress, pressing myself to his side, and Roger lets out a wicked little

Roger,” I murmur, running my fingers through his still-damp hair and cooing softly to him

of laughter and teasing. But

a way that I know he likes. And Roger, to my content, starts almost to purr with the pleasure of it. Interestingly, for how much we usually want to tear into each other, there’s not too much that’s sexual about this moment. Instead, it’s simply comfort freely offered and gratefully accepted by

I murmur, hoping

surprise, comes right out