Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 483 – Growing Family Ella

“What do you mean I made it snow?” Cora frowns at me as she bustles around the kitchen, making mimosas. ” That’s ridiculous – you must have imagined it.”

“It totally snowed!” I protest, laughing and shaking my head at her, turning to Sinclair at the table for support.

“It did,” he says, raising his eyebrows at Cora even as he hands Rafe another slice of apple. “”The news is completely baffled by the sudden cold-snap that immediately disappeared by morning. They’re calling it the duke’s miracle.”

“What!?” Cora gasps, spinning to stare at Sinclair wide-eyed.

“That’s so cool,” Roger says, grinning at baby Jesse in his arms, who peers up at his dad with sleepy eyes.” Mom’s magic, Jesse,” he whispers. ” It’s very cool.”

“You guys are just teasing me,” Cora sighs, leaning against the counter as I turn the knob on the stove, cutting off the fire beneath the pan of eggs, sausage, and bacon that I’ve finished frying up.

“Dominic is dead serious,” I say, nodding to Cora eagerly with raised eyebrows. “Seriously, word got to the media that the nation’s beloved duchess had her baby and that night it snowed unseasonably early – people are freaking out.” I laugh a little as I starting to portion our breakfast out onto plates.

“Oh my god,” Cora says, covering her face with her hands. “I didn’t even mean to do that – do you really think it was me?”

“You tend to affect the weather when you’re emotional,” Roger says, grinning at his magical mate with a happy shrug. “I think it makes a lot of sense.”

“Oh, that’s so weird,” Cora says with a sigh, shaking her head at Roger and then at me. “People are going to start figuring out what we can do, Ella,” she says. “We’re going to need to have some sort of story.”

“I think my secrets kind of already out,” I say, giving a little grimace. ”

And why do we have to tell anyone anything? Just let the rumors fly – it’s not anyone’s business but ours.”

“Yeah,” Cora says, rolling her eyes at me before turning back to her previous task of adding the world’s tiniest amount of orange juice to nearly-full glasses of champagne. “Until they burn us at the stake for being witches or something.”

“We won’t let them do that,” Sinclair murmurs, smirking a little as he focuses his attention on Rafe’s breakfast.

Roger says, shrugging at Cora as if it’s inconsequential, “it’s not like it

at this and Cora,

and Sinclair first, who murmur their thanks. “I guess you’re right and it doesn’t really matter at least not until our children develop some weird gifts that end up being dangerous or something. Or

herself, raising it to all of us in a toast. The rest of us raise our glasses as

just letting the bubbles of the champagne press against my lips before putting the drink down on

would usually love to toast

so much better. Still, it’s Cora’s day, and I don’t want to steal her thunder

he sleep?” I ask,

frowning over

smiling at her a little. “He’ll find his patterns soon,

she says, giving me a little smile. “I kept waking up every time he

remembering that habit in the early days of a new baby. “You’ll

Cora says, laughing already and glancing over at Roger,

cannot begrudge me my sleep, Cora,” Roger says, looking at her completely unashamed of himself. “It is self-care.

she smiles. I grin, truly appreciating their teasing relationship.

will care for the baby during the day,” Roger says, gesturing to the baby cradled in his arm. “At night,

all laugh again, mostly because we know he’s not serious. Roger, like Sinclair, will certainly do his share of childcare without complaint, day or night. He’ll just tease Cora about it more, mostly because he

baby all day,” Sinclair asks, turning mischievous eyes on his

run the

him with me,” Roger says, grinning down at Jesse like it’s obvious. “Never too

his back. And honestly, I don’t mind it as much as I probably should. These Sinclair dads – I don’t think they’re going

I consider it, though, my hand passively drifts over my stomach, because I wonder quietly if the same will be true when there’s a girl in the picture. Would Roger have said the same

barely a year older

keeping his eyes on Rafe as Cora sets out the breakfast plates that I forgot about in

him see my light worry but also letting him know that it’s not about