Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 397 – A New Home Ella

A few days later, after Sinclair and I have had some time to dwell and consult and decide, we invite Roger and Cora over to our little house early one morning. We’re both standing out front waiting for them, Rafe all dressed up in blue and white in my arms.

I grin down at my baby, so pleased to finally be back home, to be able todresshim in all of the clothes I ordered for him during my long weeks of bedrest. This kid has an amazing wardrobe already, but of course he wasn’t able to wear it – and heartbreakingly grew out of some of it during our time away in the bunker.

“He’s getting really big,” I murmur to Sinclair, shifting my baby higher in my arm. “Theyouin him is starting to come out.”

Sinclair grins and looks down at the baby. “He’ll be six feet in no time. My little linebacker.” “Better not be,” I grumble, but I’m unable to help from smiling down at my little cutie. “He needs to stay my little beachball baby for awhile yet. At least another sixteen years. ” “Don’t count on it,” Sinclair sighs. “I got my growth spurt early. He’ll be taller than you by fourth grade.” “No,” I gasp, spinning to look up at him in horror. My mate just shrugs, laughing at me and implying that it’s inevitable, but then he lifts his chin towards the driveway where Roger’s car is pulling in. I take a deep breath as I turn to watch them, and then I consider something out loud. ” Do you know,” I say, “I’ve never actually seen Roger’s apartment.”

I ask, wrinkling my nose. ( Collection of commemorative beer glasses?” “Everything you’re imagining,” Sinclair sighs, sinking his hands into his pockets as Cora and Roger park and climb out of their car, and worse.”

cheerfully, coming over to us and kissing me on the cheek before snatching Rafe out of my arms, cooing to her godson and saying hello. “What, nothing for me?” Sinclair says, grinning – while he’s clearly pleased that she, like us, loves the baby so much, he’s not turning away the opportunity to tease her. Cora

calls over her shoulder, dancing away a little to show Rafe some of the little flowers that are starting to sprout up in the garden. ” Sure,” Sinclair says, laughing and nodding towards the open door behind us. “Come on in. We made some changes we’re curious to see

his mouth falls open, his saucy attitude leaving him as he looks around the living room at the entrance of our house, which has been completely redecorated in shades of blue and grey with luxurious brown leather furniture. “Wow,” he says, his eyes going wide. “You guys you really worked fast with some changes,” “Do you like them?” I ask eagerly, winding my arm tightly around Sinclair’s

that we’ve used to decorate the walls. “It’s so…simple, and chic. But also warm.” She looks at me with both love and jealousy in her eyes. “You’re so good at this stuff, Ella,” she

reach the top of the steps, tossing a grin over my shoulder. “Plus, very fun.” Then I pull her into the bedroom, which has likewise been totally redone in a thousand shades

incredible,” Roger agrees, stepping into the room and looking around with what I can only think of as jealousy in his own eyes. I clap a little, jumping up at down as I see them admire the space. “Though I have to admit,” he says, turning

and a full-length mirror…but no clothing in it, not a single piece. “Why… why is this empty?” She turns back to the room as well. “And where is all of Rafe’s stuff? His changing table – his bassinet -” And I squeal a little bit as I see her

decided,” Sinclair repeats, “that it was time for

it all together faster than his mate. “Oh, my god,” he moans, stumbling back a step and looking around at the room again. He focuses, in particular, on the painting that we placed above the fireplace. It’s subtle still in light colors to match the rest of the room – but clearly portrays a summer storm above a

gasps, apparently unable to think of any other words as she raises a shaky hand to her mouth. “What are you what do

you all the baby stuff,” I say quietly, “a little later. But we thought…for now, you might want to just settle in the two of you…” “It’s too much,” Roger says, sitting down hard on the bed as he continues to stare around the room, shaking his head.