Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 501 – Happily Ever

Ella

“Nope,” Sinclair says, heaving himself out of bed and grabbing his phone off the bedside table as he does. ” I can’t live like this, Ella – I’m calling Roger, I’ve got to know – ”

“Dominic!” I say, laughing and grabbing for him, trying to catch the edge of his pajamas and failing because I’ve got a sleeping baby in my arms and another pressed warmly to my side. ” Don’t, come back!”

“I just!” he says, pressing the phone to his ear and running a frantic hand through his hair. “You tell me that there’s drama in her life, but that it’s no big deal, and that it’s girl stuff? What the hell am I supposed to do with that for the next twenty years!?”

“You’re supposed to sit down,” I say, laughing harder now and patting the mattress on his side of the bed, still warm from his delicious body heat. ” Honestly, if this is the way you react after all of our daughters’ baptisms, we’re not having them anymore – ”

Sinclair sighs and pulls the phone from his face, slumping back down on the bed. “Fine,” he sighs. “Just boys, after this.”

“Mmkay, sweetie,” I murmur, even though my mind flashes back to the vision my mother’s priests gave me so long ago. We’ve got two more coming I think a boy and a girl. But who knows what their own futures hold.

“I’m glad you came to your senses and hung up the phone,” I murmur, scooting myself and my two children closer to him, my voice a little smug.

“I didn’t,” Sinclair mutters, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Roger just didn’t pick up.”

I grin at him, shaking my head. “Why can’t you just take good news for what it is? Human families don’t get any insight when their children are born, and Roger and Cora told us that Ariel has an incredible life. The drama – it’s going to happen whether or not you know what it is.”

“Well, you know what it is,” he says, sending me a rueful little glare.

his shoulder. “Cora knows, and she has sworn Roger to secrecy. Ariel’s life – it’s her business. I think we should be just grateful that we know our two children are

so we can get some sleep. He turns his head and kisses my hair after a moment, which makes me smile as I look down at my baby girl, my thumb tracing long strokes along my beautiful son’s

contentment radiating through

turning softly. “What do you think? If you had the chance…would you want to know? What

him, smiling when I see that his eyes are

on the other end of it. And all the confusion at the start when we met and I was already pregnant with your kid, and everything we went through, and the two beautiful children at the end –

me close and kissing my cheek, “which, honestly, is my favorite part –

I gasp, my mouth falling open a

says, shrugging as if they’re not much, which makes me laugh. But then he goes a little rigid as he realizes something, raising his eyes to glare at me a bit. “Wait, are you saying you like the kids more

both mean the same thing. It’s our little family that results from all of it, and each part of it is individually wonderful, and of course you are at the center

what I mean, and how I feel,” he says with a steady sigh, tilting my face up to press a soft kiss to

my hair back over my shoulders haughtily. “I have a

a little to press a kiss to the underside of my jaw

him to lift his head again, bringing his gaze back to mine. ” So?” I say, pushing, truly wanting his answer. “What do you think? If your godmother saw all of this –

saved me a great deal of stress and sadness at some points in my life, to know that

loss of his mother, the years he spent tortured, pining for his first mate when she was with Roger, and then their tumultuous marriage, the wanting a child and never being blessed with one, the mating bond he eventually rejected. Then the years after that of

to play mother and sister to each other. The

been good to know what was waiting, Ella…it’s important to me that we chose this, and we fought for

as I nod at him, because now he’s the

Dominic,” I say, my voice shaking with my love for him. “In a

tears fill his own eyes and he leans forward, pulling me against him while somehow miraculously managing not to crush our children between us as

tears and nod. “Knowing or not? I’ve got you now, and our wonderful life, and it’s worth everything we paid to get

my head at him and giving him a smile even. “I think we’re obliged now,” I say, nodding down at our little girl, “to

moves his thumbs over my cheeks, wiping away all of my tears. ” She might be baby trouble, but you’ll always be my trouble. And

nod, and smile softly at him, because…well, because that feels