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.

I say, laughing and resting my head on 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

his exhaustion, finally, as the morning light streams around the curtains that we’ve pulled shut so we can get some sleep. He turns his head and kisses my hair after a moment, which makes me smile as I

long moment, peace and contentment radiating through the four of us

you had the chance…would you want to know?

murmurs, and I turn my head to look at him, smiling when I see that his eyes are moving between our two

there was me, on the other end of it. And all the confusion at the start when we met and

and kissing my cheek, “which, honestly, is my favorite

than the kids!?” I gasp, my mouth

he goes a little rigid as he realizes something, raising his

part of it is individually wonderful, and of course you are at the center of all of it for me. You’re –

my face up to press a soft kiss to my mouth. “You

my hair back over my shoulders haughtily. “I have

hums, dropping his head a little to press a kiss to the underside of my

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

great deal of stress and sadness at some points in my life, to know that this was waiting for me that this was the

passes some memories down the bond to me in a flash of explanation for what he means when he says a great deal of stress and sadness. I see the 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 just feeling …empty. And then of meeting me, and wanting me, and wanting our child but not knowing what it meant, to have a child with a woman he

him. The horrible years with only Cora by my side, when we each had to play mother and sister to each other. The horrible unknowing years when I was at my darkest point,

Sinclair says, staring deep into my eyes and passing the warm balm of his love down our bond to me, wiping away those terrible memories. “As much as it would have been good to know what was waiting, Ella…it’s important to me that we chose this, and we fought

slip down my cheeks as I nod at him, because now

I say, my voice shaking with my love for him. “In a thousand lifetimes, a thousand chances to make the same choices – I’d do it all

head at me as tears fill his own eyes and he leans forward, pulling me against him while somehow miraculously

murmurs against my hair as I sniff back my tears and nod. “Knowing or not? I’ve got you now,

him a smile even. “I think we’re obliged now,” I say,

away all of my tears. ” She might be baby trouble, but you’ll always be

I nod, and smile softly at