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.

watching his every step and continuing

baby pulses, making me laugh for

anything

kid – already with his jokes. God, I love

storms through it, pushing it shut behind him and already looking

call cheerfully, and Roger whips towards me, stopping so fast in his tracks that he almost trips

doing in here?”

back a little in surprise, looking him up and down. “I’m sorry,” I say, my

hanging his head for a second and running a hand through his hair before looking up at me again. ” I’m sorry,” he says, and I can tell that he means it even though his voice is

hell of a day?” I

sighs, and

reaching for him and folding my legs to make

Cora,” he says, glancing up the stairs. “Can we just go

going a little still.

a moment. “I

Because I don’t frequently see him like this. Once we broke into Roger’s tough shell, he revealed himself to be funny, and sweet, and full of

me this

a second. “Sure,” I say, nodding to him and taking his hand.

mate nods to me once, tugging on my hand and pulling me up the

get up to the bedroom, instead moving smoothly through our evening routine. Roger gives a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom to take a short shower, washing off the day. I’m silent as I change into my nightgown, laying out

to see by, but otherwise shut off all the lights and climb into bed,

he’ll tell me about in a few minutes when he’s ready. I can’t

it to myself, Roger raises his head a little and smirks at me. But I just shrug, because I mean, it’s not a

in bedroom, the fire

mattress, pressing myself

fingers through his still-damp hair and cooing softly to him in a way I rarely

relationship is based on a great deal of laughter and teasing. But tonight? Tonight, I can tell he needs

back in 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

baby,” I murmur, hoping he

Roger, to my pleased surprise,