Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 493 – Princess

Ella

“So you’re all right? You’re both all right?” My mate asks, pressing his forehead to mine, still reeling from the strange news of the Dark God’s gift.

“We are,” I say, nodding, sure of it. And then I shift again, passing the baby to him. “See for yourself, new papa,” I sigh, placing the little girl in her father’s arms.

On Sinclair’s face, and through our bond, I see his heart absolutely melt. ” Oh god,” he sighs, shaking his head as he stares down at his little girl. “I’m a gonner, Ella. This one she’s already got me in the palm of her hands, even as I hold her in mine.”

“Don’t worry,” I sigh, curling up next to him, indulging in the sight of my mate the one I love most in the world falling in love with our tiny daughter, as I’ve already done. “I won’t tell her the power she wields.”

“It will be our secret,” he says with a nod and a little smirk on his lips. We’re quiet for a moment, studying her, when suddenly I realize that she doesn’t have a name.

“What do you think?” I ask quietly, resting my head on his shoulder. “Is she an Emma? Or an Eloise?”

My mate’s smile deepens as he looks up at me, and I already know his answer before he says it, because it’s precisely the same as mine.

Those names are great – but they’re not hers.

“Nah,” Sinclair says, grinning at me before turning back to his little girl. ” She’s totally, completely an Ariel.”

“I know,” I sigh, tracing a finger down her cheek. “Welcome to the world, Ariel Sinclair. You are already so, so loved.”

And Ariel stretches her mouth in a wide yawn before snuggling down in her father’s arms, happy and content. Sinclair and I both laugh to see it, and I know that his heart, like mine, is so very full. I pass my joy and love down the bond to both of them, and am totally thrilled when Ariel gives a little tentative pulse of love back as she gets used to her new surroundings.

The next hour or so is busier than I’d like, with the doctors returning to the room so that I can finish the after- business of labor and ensure that our sweet Ariel is healthy and happy. But even as I feed her for the first time, and deliver the placenta, and take a shower, and am completely exhausted through it all, I can’t stop smiling and turning towards Ariel in the room, eager to keep my eyes on her.

my little girl. I’m so filled with excitement that she’s here, that she’s mine. God – her whole life

be on hand all night in case we need help with anything – we settle in together as a family. Roger comes into the room with a tearful Rafe on his hip as Cora finishes bundling Ariel into a swaddle and hands her off to Sinclair. Henry wheels into the room after

his voice so terribly sad

over to Roger and taking my eldest baby up into my

and giving me a little hug as Rafe rests his head against my chest. Henry and Cora come close, Cora wrapping her

is my little Velcro baby pretty much always with me. But, then again, it’s

I mind that. I

murmur, stroking Rafe’s sweet head and turning to where Sinclair walks over

and reaches a hand out to Sinclair,

murmurs, smiling at his son and taking Rafe’s hand, leaning over to kiss it. ” But we were busy!

showing Rafe the baby, and Rafe sits up straight

but suddenly Rafe gives a little cry of disgust and turns his head away, pressing his eyes shut and gripping my robe tight

and I stroke his head some more, murmuring sweet things to him as I carry him over to our freshly-made bed, the rubbered sheets and soiled linens thankfully already changed. I sigh a little with gratitude,

sister win out over his jealousy. Sinclair sinks

Rafe turns his head, peering at his sister

Sinclair whispers to his son, and I look up to my other side when I hear Cora gasp. I grin when I see her pressing her hand to her chest, her eyes squeezed nearly shut

laugh and nod eagerly, turning back

I murmur, rubbing his back while

which makes me smile, but the moment his fingers press against her cheek I give a gasp. Sinclair

too?” I breathe, suddenly

at his sister for the first time. Ariel squirms a little in her swaddle, smacking

it?” Cora asks, leaning

and grinning, “just like

looking down into

the babies. “What