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.

down

Because I love it.

And we wait…

then both Roger and I gasp at the

Happy!

sitting up as Roger snatches

Laughing, elated, I take his face in my hands and kiss him,

just named the

sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped

to the owner of the bungalow tapping on the door, bringing us a basket of food so we could eat something, and Roger went to get it while I curled

the elaborate dinner he made. Well, elaborate for Roger, who never learned to cook. But the spread of sandwiches and warmed soup and crackers he made was delicious, and certainly

surviving on whatever the landlord brought us every 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 he’d do. And honestly, the baby never did much, but it made us laugh to

the day as we napped, and went swim and laid out in the sun. The entire time it was just…so natural, and so

knew we had to get back – because as much as

pulling me close outside the little bungalow after we’ve

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

nods, giving me another little peck, before looking around. “I really like this place. Maybe the owner will let us buy it,” Roger murmurs, looking fondly at

but then I put a hand on my stomach. “But, considering that this little

what the

break into a grin. “You’re

more,” he nods, eager. “And I’m going to enjoy

say, laughing and rolling my eyes, shoving him away a little bit. ” You just

car. ” Nah, I’m going to be a very involved dad. You’ll see. You’ll barely

opens my car door for

asks, loading our tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing

sitting down in the car, closing my door behind me as Roger climbs into his seat. “Ella, loaded up with four of her

a deal,” he says, half serious and grinning at me as he buckles his belt and starts

know,” I say, smiling down at him and stroking my belly fondly. “We’re lucky. We’ve got a good