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.

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

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 look down at my baby

that way for a long moment, peace and contentment radiating through the four of

you want to know? What your godmother saw, what was all laid out

head to look at him, smiling when I

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

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

more than the kids!?” I gasp, my

the kids,” he says, shrugging as if they’re not much, which makes me laugh. But then he goes a little rigid as

of it is individually wonderful, and of course you are at the center of all of it for me. You’re – you’re my mate, my love.” I shake my head, smiling at him. “The center

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

say, shaking my hair back over my shoulders

he hums, dropping his head a little to press a kiss to the underside of my jaw and then to my neck,

mine. ” So?” I say, pushing, truly wanting his answer. “What do you think? If your godmother saw all of this – would you have wanted

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

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

the same, passing my own memories to him. The horrible years with only Cora by my side, when we each had to play mother and sister to each other. The

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,

cheeks as I nod at him,

a

shakes his head at me as 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 he holds me tight

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

smile even. “I think we’re obliged now,” I say, nodding down at our little girl, “to pass the ‘trouble’ nickname fully down

cheeks, wiping away all of my tears. ”

softly at him, because…well,