Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 408 Touch Just the Faintest

Cora

After a few minutes of this – or maybe an hour, I honestly don’t know how time works here – the baby’s happiness fades away and then into silence. But not in a bad way – more like he just…

“He fell asleep,” Roger murmurs, laughing a little and falling back on the bed, taking me with him since his arms are still wrapped around me.

“It’s too early for the baby to sleep…” I murmur, confused. “That happens around like, the seventh month -”

“All right, Dr. Cora,” Roger mutters, and I can hear him rolling his eyes, even though I can’t see it, which makes me laugh. “Considering that we’re hanging out on a magical dream beach, passing our emotions down a magical bond with our unborn child, I don’t really think that your medical knowledge is coming into play here -”

“Oh shut up,” I murmur, slapping his chest and sighing with contentment. Roger laughs and takes a deep breath of my scent.

“That was amazing,” he whispers. I’ll never forget that as long as I live.”

“Do you think we just felt it because we’re here?” I ask, still likewise thrilled. “Or, will we feel it when we’re awake too?”

“I don’t know,” Roger replies. “But maybe something about being in the dream amplified it. I guess we’ll find out.”

“Yeah,” I say, happy, content. Because as much as I want to feel it all the time, I am also content to wait, to experience all parts of this pregnancy in their own time. “I guess we will.”

And I close my eyes and relax against my mate, little shivers passing through me as he traces his fingers idly over the skin of my back, both of us still marveling in the magic of that incredible first connection with the baby.

But suddenly, something changes. And I open my eyes to see my wolf standing there on the beach, just a short distance away.

“Roger,” I say softly, starting to sit up. He opens his eyes and looks where I’m looking, likewise catching sight of my wolf in the sand, staring at us, her tongue hanging happily from her mouth.

up and holding

run through her fur, from tawny to chestnut. Because I know that she’s not here to be admired – though

and I know, instinctually, that Roger hears her as well. I have

our feet as we look at each other, laughing. Because neither of us feel an ounce of fear, even though this is completely

hand and we follow, walking quickly, both

towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes over

Roger murmurs, shooting me a grin before his wolf comes to press his snout into my

at his size, at the way he nearly comes up to my shoulder and can completely encircle me

Roger laughs as well and puts his arm

was annoying,”

kiss. But before our lips can

no idea what is happening,”

good,” I say, peering after

when my wolf stops beside a little patch of green bushes and again turns in her eager

come, she says, her tongue lolling as Roger’s wolf stands proudly at

tumbles from my mouth as I fall to my knees in front of the little bundle of fur sleeping there on the beach in front of me, nestled lovingly into a little soft bed of leaves. Roger almost collapses next to me, his hands hitting the sand hard – I think saving him from falling flat on

voice trembling and my entire body shaking as I reach out towards the incredibly perfect,

the brush of fur against them – though

my wolf says, her voice full

try to touch the tiny infant pup, and I feel his own shock and disappointment and joy and

met our baby yet this…this

pup, as I study every inch of him, and feel Roger

you,” I say through