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.

Roger passes another name down

Because I love it.

And we wait…

both Roger and I gasp at the same time as we feel the

Happy!

say, laughing and sitting up as Roger snatches me

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

we just named

all of our sandy clothes and the blanket and trooped back to the house, where we closed the doors and slept

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 never, ever getting

the couch for the elaborate dinner he made. Well, elaborate for Roger, who never learned to cook. But 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

deal of that as well. But honestly, it blurred in with everything else we did, a usual part of the 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,

knew we had to get back –

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

me, let it

before looking around. “I really like this place. Maybe the owner will let us buy

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

his eyebrows raising. “And considering what the

break into a grin. “You’re thinking

“And I’m going to enjoy the process

eyes, shoving him away a little bit. ” You just make

we head for the car. ” Nah, I’m going to be

cheek as he opens my car door for me. “Or,

into that?” Roger asks, 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 as many

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

smiling down at him and stroking my belly fondly.