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.

knows, and she has sworn Roger to secrecy. Ariel’s life – it’s her business. I think we should be just grateful

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

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

quietly, my mind turning softly. “What do you think? If you had the chance…would you want to know? What your godmother saw, what was all laid out

him, smiling when I see that

I say after a long moment, and his green eyes shift to me. “If you… had a chance. To know that…your first mating was going to eventually fail. But that there was me, on the other end of it. And all the confusion at the start when we met and I was already pregnant with your kid,

partnership,” he murmurs, tugging me close and kissing my cheek, “which,

kids!?” I gasp, my mouth falling open a

he goes a little rigid as he realizes something, raising his eyes to glare at me a

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 of

with a steady sigh, tilting my face up to press a soft kiss to my mouth. “You just

I say, shaking my hair back over my shoulders haughtily. “I have a

head a little to press a kiss to the underside of my jaw and then to my neck, sending a

So?” I say, pushing,

hand, it would have saved me a great deal of stress and sadness at some points in my life, to

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

each had to play mother and sister to each

been good to know what was waiting, Ella…it’s important to me that we chose this, and we fought for it – every step of the way. That it wasn’t just some fate that the Goddess gave to us. That even if it was fated…we wanted it, we wanted

cheeks as I nod at him, because now he’s the one

my voice shaking with my love for him. “In a thousand lifetimes, a thousand chances to make the same choices –

forward, pulling me against him while somehow miraculously managing not to crush our children between us as he

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

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

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

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