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 the bond, and I smile,

Because I love it.

And we wait…

and I gasp at the same time as we feel the baby

Happy!

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

thrilled. Laughing, elated, I take

just

I stayed 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

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

course, I had to, 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

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

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

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

me close outside the little bungalow after we’ve

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

looking around. “I really like this place. Maybe the owner will

my stomach. “But, considering that this little guy is coming along? We’re going to want more

“And considering what the goddess

a grin. “You’re

nods, eager. “And I’m going to

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

wrapping an arm around my shoulder as we head for the car. ” Nah, I’m going to be a very

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

asks, loading our tiny luggage into the trunk before crossing

me as Roger climbs into his seat. “Ella, loaded up with four of her

grinning at me

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