Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 338 – Choices

Cora

“It’s all right,” Roger says, his eyes going wide as he takes in my pale face, my scared expression and realizes that he’s freaked me out for the third or fourth time today. “It’s not – it’s not bad, I was just kind of a dick – it was a misunderstanding –”

“What?” I ask, more confused now than ever.

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“Listen,” he says, leaning in towards me. “Just let me tell you, all right? II was going to tell you at some point, definitely not like this but…” he sighs, looking into my face and then down at my stomach, and then back up into my eyes. “I think that… if we’re going to start on this new part

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of our lives – this parent thing – well,” he says, giving me a charming little half–smile and a

shrug. “We should be on the same page, right?”

I nod, agreeing, but looking at him a little askance. “Did you not think that we should…go into our mating? On the same page?”

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “It’s a little different, Cora – because it didn’t matter – I didn’t think we could have kids

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I frown at him – not mad or angry, but confused…

“Listen, let me just tell it,” he says, leaning forward and looking at me with pleading eyes.

“Okay,” I say, quite simply, taking his hands and leaning even closer to press a kiss to his mouthr letting him know that I’m listening with an open heart.

“Okay,” Roger says again, taking a deep breath before he begins. “Do you remember… when you and Ella went into the desert with her mother, Regina?”

“Reina,” I correct softly, and he laughs.

“Right,” he says, shaking his head. “Those names are so easy to mix up. Anyway – you three were out on your girls trip, and my choice was either to hang out with those priests in the temple, or go back on to the ship all alone.”

Ismirk at him, knowing precisely which one he chose. He sees my smile and laughs a little.

“I chose solitude. Or at least…I

the ship?”

a little pissed off at being left behind. Sinclair sent me to protect

hear this, but I

was looking at the sky, staring at the moon, it started to grow…brighter and brighter. And at first I thought that I was just crazy or drunk I mean, the captain gave me a little of his whiskey when he saw

a little, begging him to focus, and he looks at

his voice faltering a little, looking down at our joined hands, “she

a little breathless, but some

still a little startled by the experience. “Your

the goddess that night in the temple with Ella – Roger met her, and me, but she had only spoken to Ella beyond a brief introduction that Ella insisted on giving us. And at the time it had made sense – Ella was her daughter, the one she wanted to

now? Now that I know that she’s my mother too? And that she only spoke to Ella in the

a little through my nose, disappointed. Why does she want to talk to

his thumb. “It’s half of why I didn’t want to tell you, Cora,” he continues, his

ask, pushing past

story. “She didn’t come in her bodily form,” he says, “like she did in the temple. Instead, it was just…a vision of sorts, more like the baptism but…not quite.” He shakes his head a little, at a loss to explain it.

it’s okay. That he can tell me. So Roger

not in war and politics, as my brother’s was – and you have to realize, that that was devastating to hear

concentrating on nothing else but

concentrating. “It’s hard to know how to phrase it – because it wasn’t precisely words – but that for the future of the world, I had to focus on

being a dad, and raising my kids

blinking with surprise. And then I lean forward, finally getting it.

hands tightly. “And it fucking broke my heart

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said anything to me I didn’t even care about kids – didn’t

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who was dying

say again,

told me to be. I want –” He

that I hear him, “and I can’t wait to build

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kind of in the same boat – I was likewise unsure if I wanted kids. But the

else I wanted in

me,” I whisper, “because

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to do something you feel compelled to do it – and I thought she was telling me to run from you, when she probably was telling me to run to you

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