Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 501 – Happily Ever

Ella

“Nope,” Sinclair says, heaving himself out of bed and grabbing his phone off the bedside table as he does. ” I can’t live like this, Ella – I’m calling Roger, I’ve got to know – ”

“Dominic!” I say, laughing and grabbing for him, trying to catch the edge of his pajamas and failing because I’ve got a sleeping baby in my arms and another pressed warmly to my side. ” Don’t, come back!”

“I just!” he says, pressing the phone to his ear and running a frantic hand through his hair. “You tell me that there’s drama in her life, but that it’s no big deal, and that it’s girl stuff? What the hell am I supposed to do with that for the next twenty years!?”

“You’re supposed to sit down,” I say, laughing harder now and patting the mattress on his side of the bed, still warm from his delicious body heat. ” Honestly, if this is the way you react after all of our daughters’ baptisms, we’re not having them anymore – ”

Sinclair sighs and pulls the phone from his face, slumping back down on the bed. “Fine,” he sighs. “Just boys, after this.”

“Mmkay, sweetie,” I murmur, even though my mind flashes back to the vision my mother’s priests gave me so long ago. We’ve got two more coming I think a boy and a girl. But who knows what their own futures hold.

“I’m glad you came to your senses and hung up the phone,” I murmur, scooting myself and my two children closer to him, my voice a little smug.

“I didn’t,” Sinclair mutters, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Roger just didn’t pick up.”

I grin at him, shaking my head. “Why can’t you just take good news for what it is? Human families don’t get any insight when their children are born, and Roger and Cora told us that Ariel has an incredible life. The drama – it’s going to happen whether or not you know what it is.”

“Well, you know what it is,” he says, sending me a rueful little glare.

laughing and resting my head on his shoulder. “Cora knows, and she has sworn Roger to secrecy. Ariel’s life – it’s her business. I think we should be just grateful

get some sleep. He turns his head and kisses

contentment radiating

think? If you had the chance…would you want to know? What your godmother saw, what was all laid out for you by the

he murmurs, and I turn my head to look at him, smiling when

eventually fail. But that there was me, on the other end of it. And all the confusion at the start when we met and

murmurs, tugging me close and kissing my cheek, “which, honestly, is my favorite part

more than the kids!?” I gasp, my

rigid as he realizes something, raising

“No, Dominic. I think – I mean, I think we both mean the same thing. It’s our little family that results from all of it, and each part of it is individually wonderful, and of course you

and how I feel,” he says with a steady sigh, tilting my face

say, shaking my hair back over my shoulders haughtily. “I have a way

a little to press a kiss to the underside of my jaw and then to my neck, sending a shiver through me.

for him to lift his head again, bringing his gaze back to mine. ” So?” I say, pushing, truly wanting his answer. “What do you think? If your godmother

through. “Well,” he says, contemplative, “on one hand, it would have saved me a great deal of stress and sadness at some points in my life, to know that this was waiting for me that this was the true, wonderful hand the Goddess

says a great deal of stress and sadness. I see the loss of his mother, the years he spent tortured, pining for his first mate when she was with Roger, and then their tumultuous marriage, the wanting a child and never being blessed with one, the mating bond he eventually rejected. Then the years after that of just feeling …empty. And then of meeting me, and wanting me, and wanting

we each had to play mother and sister to each other.

“As much as it would have been good to know what was waiting, Ella…it’s important to me that we chose this, and we fought for it – every step of the way. That it wasn’t just some fate that the Goddess gave

at him, because now he’s the

voice shaking with my love for him. “In a

as tears fill his own eyes and he leans forward, pulling me against him while somehow miraculously managing not to crush our

and nod. “Knowing or not? I’ve got you now, and our wonderful life, and it’s worth everything we paid to get here. You’re my

back a little and shaking my head at him and giving him a smile even. “I think we’re obliged now,” I say, nodding down at our little girl, “to pass the ‘trouble’ nickname

his thumbs over my cheeks, wiping away all of my tears. ” She might be baby trouble, but you’ll always be my trouble. And you’ll always be

nod, and smile softly at him, because…well,