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.

looks up at me from his casual position on the bed – looking down at his tablet, still doing work, as usual – and

to my chest. I put my hands

his gigantic self and standing up from the bed. Then he slips his hands into his pockets and smirks as he looks me up and down.

the mirror. “Oh my go d,” I murmur, leaning in to get a good look at the very real layer of dusty dark

contrast in the mirror – him the perfect Alpha King, clean-sha ved and pressed – and me, a

light layer 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 air. “Ohhh, little

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

my arms. “Honestly, if this is what we look like after just an afternoon, imagine how those people

him a little as he carries him over to his little baby bath. “Hopefully all of the people will be out of those

a little now that he’s away from the warmth of

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

Sinclair murmurs, smirking at 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

know,” I sigh, watching the little pieces of baby clothing disappear into the basket, “he’ll probably be too big to wear those by the time they’re clean.

water and prepares to start bathing him. Rafe still fusses unhappily

them together, before I turn and start the water in the shower for myself. I continue talking to Sinclair as I climb into the hot

wedding,” I call over my shoulder, starting to shampoo

disappointing,” he replies. ” But yeah, Roger told me

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

I’m not mad, Ella

and turning away 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

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

a little water from the shower at him,