Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 423

#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.”

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

while before he speaks again. “Well, I

up straight and looking at him eagerly.

” I think about our child, and his future, and what I’d prefer to call him. Or not

say, grinning. “What names are off the list,

and I

“Why Edgar?”

‘gar’ in it is mean to a little kid. And I

harder at this, agreeing. “All right, Edgar’s off the

and I reach out, shoving

me of being sentimental. I want this to

secretly-sweet mate. “That’s the most sentimental

gift,” he says, nodding. “I get to

Whatever the groom wants on his wedding day – that’s what they say,

we continue our journey into the night. Roger reaches out and takes

up about this too, feeling sentimental and

car and look at the tiny little beach 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 as big as

I knew

at me over the roof of the car. I smile right back at

me moving to the door of the little bungalow with the white box under my arm, punching in the code to unlock it. When Roger joins me at the threshold, I

my mouth 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

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

“Do you like it?”

murmurs, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Do you know

say, laughing a

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