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.

name down the bond, and I

Because I love it.

And we wait…

I gasp at the same time as

Happy!

sitting up as Roger snatches

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

just

on that beach almost 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 doors and slept for

the bungalow tapping on the door, bringing us a basket of food so we could eat

eventually, because Roger wouldn’t let me eat all my 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 he made was delicious, and certainly hit the

spent two more days like that, 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

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

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

me close outside the little bungalow after we’ve packed

let it sweep through

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

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

eyebrows raising. “And considering what the goddess said that night

into a

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

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

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

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

Roger asks, loading our tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing to

into his seat. “Ella, loaded up with four of her own kids and as many nieces

he says, half serious and grinning at me as he buckles his belt

I say, smiling down at him and stroking my