Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 499 – Baptizing the Princess

Ella

Three weeks later – Ariel was born under a waning quarter moon, not a new moon like her brother and her cousin – I stand anxiously in the woods, my little girl held tight in my arms.

“I’m sensing some anxiety,” Cora says, grinning at me with a little too much glee as she comes up to my side, dressed in a gorgeous silver gown, Jesse awake and interested on her hip.

“I wasn’t anxious like this when Rafe went in,” I sigh, reaching out to touch Jesse’s nose with my fingertip, making him giggle. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was anxious – but it’s this one’s complicated little portent that has me all worked up.”

“I know,” Cora says, wrinkling her nose at me wickedly. “I can’t wait – the payback is real-”

“Don’t you dare,” I say, glaring at her and pointing a finger at her. “You’re trying to deliberately jinx my daughter just because your Jesse has some weird shadow magic coming his way – ”

“I would never!” Cora says, laughing and swatting my finger away. “I just like teasing you, Ella. Hear that, Ariel?” she says, leaning over to grin at her goddaughter. “I hope that your future comes out nice and safe and boring, for your mother’s sake.”

“Oh, hold your tongue,” I mutter, scowling and moving Ariel away from her aunt. “I don’t want her life to be boring, I just want…” I sigh, looking down at the little girl who has my whole heart. “I just want it all to be very good, and for her to be safe…but also to have some adventures along the way.”

“A big ask,” Sinclair says, ambling over to my side with a glass of champagne in one hand, Rafe perched on his hip. “Especially for a little girl named Baby Trouble.”

I grin when I hear the nickname, considering that…well, it’s a little bit true, even if the name so far has been a bit of a joke.

Honestly, we’ve called her Ariel very little she’s.baby trouble, most of the time. Or Princess Trouble. Or Princess Baby Bubble Trouble. Or whatever combination thereof inspires us at the moment. And, well, she hasn’t really lived up to it – not yet. Rafe – he was a tough newborn, at least for the first two weeks. But Ariel?

little

can only hope that her nickname continues to be ironic for the rest of her days, but I

for his sister, spitting out an excited series of syllables that all

a hand on Rafe’s chest to keep

mom is proud of her children. But Rafe – he really is such a sweet baby and a clever boy, always wanting to be close to me,

Rafe

champagne in his hand, just like his brother. “Almost time! Are we ready to do

like a sports match, Roger,” I say, raising my chin at him jokingly. “It’s a sacred ritual. Please act with the gravity

rolling his eyes at me.

Roger,” I say, rolling my eyes at him right back. “Tell me that

going to wander into the back yard in our pajamas,” he murmurs, nodding first towards the baby in my arms and then to Cora, silently indicating that I should hand her

taking Ariel into her arms as Sinclair and I laugh. Roger grins, leaning forward to kiss me on the

I’m kidding, right,

smile at my brother-in-law and gently pat his cheek. “When

why you’re my favorite sister- in-law,” he says, ruffling Jesse’s hair before turning towards the Goddess’ priestess, who begins

Cora

smile down at my perfect little niece, who is looking around the dark forest with interest. “Ready to meet your granny, little girl?”

which sounds so much like a response that it makes me

the last time we were out

time. I

back at you,” he says, nodding fervently. “It was either that, or grab you and kiss you – I didn’t know which I wanted

shaking my head. “Well, we know which one you