Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 421- Bath Time

Ella

“Cora,” I scold, frowning, “you know I don’t’ feel that way – ”

“Well I know you’d never say it,” she protests, sighing. “But I do get that this union between a wolf and a human that, symbolically, it’s important. And even if you’re not disappointed that it could be…disappointing.”

“I want you to have the mating ceremony you want, Cora,” I reply, steady in my truth here. “Especially in the case of something as important as this.” I give her hand a little squeeze before pulling mine away. “But if you’d like to consider a middle path…maybe you could let me show you what I was thinking?”

She turns her head to look up at me, surprised. “You’ve been…planning?”

“Just a little,” I say, unable to keep the eagerness out of my voice. “Just late at night when Sinclair is asleep and I can’t sleep, or I get up to feed Rafe – ”

“You’ve been loosing sleep over this!?”

“No!” I protest, but then I hesitate. ” Well, not much.”

“Ella!”

“Just – can I show you what I was thinking!?” I plead, “sister to sister!? And then, if you hate it, you can say no.” A wide grin comes to my face then. “But I think you’re going to like it.”

Cora gives a big sigh, leaning back into her seat and closing her eyes. ” Fine, Ella,” she says. “But this is not a yes.”

“I didn’t think it was!” I say, newly excited. Because honestly…it’s gorgeous, and I can’t wait to show her my plans.

casual position on the

I ask, frowning, my baby strapped sleeping to my chest. I put my hands on

hands into his pockets and smirks as he looks me up and down. “I just didn’t realize I was mated to someone who

interested at once, I hurry in and gasp when I see myself in the mirror. “Oh my go d,” I murmur, leaning in to get a good look

laughing, comes to stand behind me. I groan when I see our contrast in the mirror – him the perfect Alpha King, clean-sha ved and pressed – and me, a messy

of brown dust. “Oh my go d!” I exclaim again, immediately beginning to ruffle his hair and moaning as a little puff of dust explodes into the

him,” Sinclair chuckles, reaching out to unstrap the baby from me.

if this is what we

him a little as he carries him over to his little baby bath. “Hopefully all of the

that he’s away from the warmth of my

I say, my heart going out to him. I hesitate, wondering if I should just take him and let him sleep dirty honestly, I

me and laying the baby down in his bath. “Let him cry a little for once he’s the happiest baby in the world, it doesn’t mean you’re doing anything wrong.” Then, as I begin to strip out of my

little pieces of baby clothing disappear into the basket, “he’ll probably

he does,” Sinclair says, tickling Rafe’s naked belly, proud, as he turns on the warm water and prepares to start bathing him. Rafe still fusses unhappily but reaches for his father’s finger, wanting to hold

shower for myself. I continue talking to Sinclair as I climb into the hot stream, relishing the

over my shoulder, starting to shampoo my hair. “I don’t think she’s

he replies. ” But yeah, Roger told me pretty

mad?” I ask, turning to see his reaction, and Sinclair shoots me

course I’m not

to rinse the shampoo from my hair. “That’s not what I mean I know that you’d never be mad at them for wanting a different kind of mating

does a little,” he calls to me. As I soap my body, I smile to see him taking a washcloth and using it to gently clean the baby, making soft, warm noises to little Rafe as he does. Rafe, tired, lets his father know his protest, but my heart swells with the patience I see in my mate as he washes his baby, explaining softly to him that he’s sorry he

from the shower at him, which makes Sinclair turn to me