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.

shrugging at Cora as if it’s inconsequential, “it’s not like it will work. You can just

at this and

murmur their thanks. “I guess you’re right and it doesn’t really matter

to the counter, handing me a glass of mimosa and taking one for herself, raising it to all of us in a toast. The rest of

bubbles of the champagne press against my lips before putting the drink down on the counter, neatly tucked away

would usually love to toast my nephew’s birth with a festive breakfast

it’s Cora’s day, and I don’t want to steal her thunder just

sleep?” I ask, raising my chin

arms and frowning

her a little. “He’ll find his patterns

she says, giving me a little smile.

her, remembering that habit in the early days of a

laughing already and glancing over at

completely unashamed of himself. “It is self-care. I

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

Roger says, gesturing to the baby cradled in

childcare without complaint,

of the baby all day,” Sinclair asks, turning mischievous

the military

at Jesse like it’s obvious. “Never too early to get the boy

back. And honestly, I don’t mind it as much as I probably should. These Sinclair dads – I don’t think they’re going to have any hesitation about incorporating

Would Roger have said the same thing – that

girl – she’s going to grow up with two big Alpha boys who are barely a year older than her, and I’m damn well going to have a word with them if they

eyes on Rafe as Cora sets out the breakfast plates that I forgot about in my

but also letting him know that it’s not