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.

passes another name down the bond,

Because I love it.

And we wait…

gasp at the same

Happy!

say, laughing and sitting up as Roger

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

think we just named

until the sun came up, and then we gathered up all of our sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped back to the house, where we closed the

early afternoon 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 further up in bed, deciding that I was

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.

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

a usual part of the day as we napped, and went swim and laid out in the sun. The

was wonderful. But after the second day, we knew we had to get back –

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

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

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

a hand on my stomach. “But, considering that this little guy

his eyebrows raising. “And considering what

break into a

I’m going to enjoy the

eyes, shoving him away a little bit. ” You just make the babies, I’ll grow them, and

laughs, wrapping an arm around my shoulder as we head for the car. ” Nah, I’m going to be a very involved dad. You’ll see. You’ll barely

my car door for me. “Or, we can just pass them all off on Ella,” I

loading our tiny luggage into

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 kids and

half serious and grinning at

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