Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 428 – Names

Cora

Matthew? Roger tries, passing the name down the line to the baby and I grip his hand, and we both wait…

But nothing.

“The baby doesn’t like the name Matthew,” I whisper, laughing a little. “Well, it was just a starter,” Roger murmurs, grinning at me again. “You try one.”

“All right,” I say, leaning my head back and taking a deep breath. And then I pass a name down, trying… Oliver.

“Oliver!?” Roger bursts out in disgust and I gasp, glaring at him.

“You are biasing our son!” I accuse, sitting up to smack him. “I said nothing when you said stupid Matthew!”

“Matty is a cute name “he protests, laughing and blocking my blow. “Oliver is the name of a sickly Victorian child who wants more gruel -”

I growl and lay back, taking a deep breath and gathering myself. “Well, let’s see what the baby thinks,” I murmur, sending Roger another glare. And then I try again, whispering Oliver? down the bond. But nothing comes back.

“Good baby,” Roger murmurs, kissing my stomach again and making me laugh. “Don’t let her call you that. It’s terrible.”

“Okay okay,” I say, taking a deep breath. “Let’s try one more.”

“I’ll pick it?” Roger asks.

“Sure,” I reply, relaxing. “But this time, pick one you really, really like. One that you’d actually want him to be called – your favorite.”

“Okay,” he murmurs.

another name down

Because I love it.

And we wait…

and I gasp at the same time as

Happy!

laughing and sitting up as Roger snatches me to him, pulling me fast into

we just -” he stares at me, thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take his face in my hands

we just named the

that beach almost until the sun came up, and then we gathered up all of our sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped back

we could eat something, and Roger

meals in bed, instead insisting that I come and sit with him on the couch for the elaborate dinner he made. Well, elaborate for Roger, who never learned to cook. But the spread of sandwiches and warmed soup and crackers

day in baskets and otherwise laying in bed talking, making each other laugh, sending messages to the baby when he was awake to see what

day as we napped, and went swim and laid out in the sun. The entire time it was just…so natural, and so easy. Just Roger and I simply together,

But after the second day, we knew we had to get back – because as much as we like each other, we like

me close outside the little bungalow after we’ve packed and locked up.

him kiss me, let it sweep through me. “Maybe not next week. But

peck, before looking around. “I really like this place. Maybe the

baby,” I sigh, but then I put a hand on my stomach. “But, considering that this little guy is coming along? We’re going

says, his eyebrows raising. “And considering what the

into a grin. “You’re

more,” he nods, eager. “And I’m going

little bit. ” You just make the babies, I’ll

around my shoulder as we head for the car. ” Nah, I’m

to kiss his cheek as he opens my car door for me. “Or, we can just pass them all

loading our tiny luggage into

her dream,” I say, rolling my eyes and sitting down in the car, closing my door behind me as Roger climbs into his seat. “Ella, loaded up with four of her own

like a deal,” he says, half serious and grinning at me as

down at him and stroking my belly fondly. “We’re lucky. We’ve got a good