Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 423 – Run Away Bride

Cora

As Roger drives down the dark highway, I type out a quick message to Ella on my phone: Hey! I’m going to be MIA for a couple of days. Roger and I are taking some time to ourselves. I’m sorry to leave you hanging with all the work we have to do at the camps will you forgive me?

I bite my lip anxiously when I press send and stare at my phone, waiting for the reply.

“Quit that,” Roger says, glancing at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Worrying about it,” he says, giving a little shrug. “She’s not your boss, Cora.”

“Yeah well, Dominic is your boss,” I point out, raising my eyebrows. “Did you even text him?”

“Nah,” he says, grinning broadly. I’ll let Ella break it to him and just face his wrath when we come back.”

“If we come back,” I say, sufficiently relaxed by his encouragement and leaning back against my chair. “Who knows. Maybe we’ll like eloping so much that we just…stay.”

“I encourage this,” Roger says, laughing. “Thoroughly. We can probably assume new identities, just completely abandon our lives and our responsibilities.”

I laugh at the idea and look at the window, the thrill and excitement of elopement still rushing through me. ” Yeah, but then we won’t get to see Rafe grow up. And little no-name here won’t have his best friend.” I run my hand passively over my stomach, sending a little pulse of happy down the bond to the baby so that he can feel my excitement along with me. But he doesn’t send anything back – probably asleep. Or whatever.

Who knows, with these magical mystery babies Ella and I have. “About that,” Roger says, glancing at me again. “Do you have ideas? For names, for the baby?”

I turn to him, surprised. “Do you know? I actually…don’t.”

Roger laughs at me, shaking his head. “Let me guess. Ella had her names picked out from childhood, and you never thought about it once.”

winking at him, making him laugh. “It’s almost like you’ve met us or

we let the moment sit for a while before he speaks again. “Well,

say, sitting up straight and

little glare. ” I think about our child, and his future, and what

names are off

and I burst

“Why Edgar?”

little kid. And I knew

at this, agreeing. “All right,

reach out, shoving his

being sentimental. I want this to be

eyes but unable to keep myself from smiling at my secretly-sweet mate. “That’s the most sentimental idea I’ve ever heard so

this discussion to me as a mating gift,” he says, nodding. “I get to make that request at least,

I say, sighing happily. ” Whatever the groom wants on his wedding day – that’s what they say,

continue our journey into the night. Roger reaches out and takes my hand as we drive quickly towards the coast, giving my palm a squeeze and passing his excitement to me

it back to him, letting him know that I’m just teasing – and that I’m all worked up about this too, feeling sentimental and excited and thrilled. Even if I haven’t been looking forward to this evening

cottage sitting before us. It’s lit from within by warm yellow light – I had the owner come and open it up for us so that it would be cozy when we got here. The whole house is probably

I knew it was

perfect,” Roger says, turning to grin at me over the roof of the car. I smile right back at him, so pleased that he feels precisely

get our bags and me moving to the door of the little bungalow with the white box under my arm, punching

as I stare into the prettiest, tiniest little beach house that I’ve ever seen. There’s a little kitchen space off to our left, and a sofa off to the right, but the majority of the house is

to the beautiful bed decked out with white linens and beyond it the wall of windows that looks directly out onto

“Do you like it?”

love it,” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Do you know what it reminds me

say,