Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 482 – Growing Family Ella

“What do you mean I made it snow?” Cora frowns at me as she bustles around the kitchen, making mimosas. ” That’s ridiculous – you must have imagined it.”

“It totally snowed!” I protest, laughing and shaking my head at her, turning to Sinclair at the table for support.

“It did,” he says, raising his eyebrows at Cora even as he hands Rafe another slice of apple. “”The news is completely baffled by the sudden cold-snap that immediately disappeared by morning. They’re calling it the duke’s miracle.”

“What!?” Cora gasps, spinning to stare at Sinclair wide-eyed.

“That’s so cool,” Roger says, grinning at baby Jesse in his arms, who peers up at his dad with sleepy eyes.” Mom’s magic, Jesse,” he whispers. ” It’s very cool.”

“You guys are just teasing me,” Cora sighs, leaning against the counter as I turn the knob on the stove, cutting off the fire beneath the pan of eggs, sausage, and bacon that I’ve finished frying up.

“Dominic is dead serious,” I say, nodding to Cora eagerly with raised eyebrows. “Seriously, word got to the media that the nation’s beloved duchess had her baby and that night it snowed unseasonably early – people are freaking out.” I laugh a little as I starting to portion our breakfast out onto plates.

“Oh my god,” Cora says, covering her face with her hands. “I didn’t even mean to do that – do you really think it was me?”

“You tend to affect the weather when you’re emotional,” Roger says, grinning at his magical mate with a happy shrug. “I think it makes a lot of sense.”

“Oh, that’s so weird,” Cora says with a sigh, shaking her head at Roger and then at me. “People are going to start figuring out what we can do, Ella,” she says. “We’re going to need to have some sort of story.”

“I think my secrets kind of already out,” I say, giving a little grimace. ”

And why do we have to tell anyone anything? Just let the rumors fly – it’s not anyone’s business but ours.”

“Yeah,” Cora says, rolling her eyes at me before turning back to her previous task of adding the world’s tiniest amount of orange juice to nearly-full glasses of champagne. “Until they burn us at the stake for being witches or something.”

“We won’t let them do that,” Sinclair murmurs, smirking a little as he focuses his attention on Rafe’s breakfast.

“it’s not like it will work. You can just rain on the fires,

out laughing at this and Cora, despite herself, laughs

“I guess you’re right and it doesn’t

all of us in a toast. The rest of us raise our glasses as well, toasting baby Jesse

press against my lips

as much as I would usually love to toast my nephew’s birth with a

are so much better. Still, it’s Cora’s day, and I don’t want to steal

did he sleep?” I ask, raising my

her arms and frowning

her a little. “He’ll find his patterns

same,” she says, giving me a little smile. “I kept waking up

in the early days of a new baby. “You’ll get used to it

glancing over at

Roger says, looking at her completely unashamed of himself. “It is self-care. I will not apologize

for now,” she throws at him, though she smiles. I grin, truly

the baby during the day,” Roger says, gesturing to the baby

serious. Roger, like Sinclair, will certainly do his share of childcare without complaint, day or night. He’ll just tease Cora about it more, mostly because he

take care of the baby all day,”

run the military

me,” Roger says, grinning down at Jesse like it’s obvious. “Never too early to get the boy used to a

mind it as much as I probably should. These Sinclair dads – I don’t think they’re going to

picture. Would Roger have said the same thing – that it’s never too early for the child to get used to a war

are barely a year older than her, and I’m damn well going to have a word with

words discreetly into my mind but keeping his eyes on Rafe as Cora sets out the breakfast plates that I

also