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.

Ariel’s life – it’s her business. I think we should be just grateful that we know our two children are

sighs, pulling me closer, relaxing and letting himself feel his exhaustion, finally, as the morning light streams around the curtains that we’ve pulled shut so we can get some sleep. He turns his head

stay that way for a long moment, peace and contentment radiating through the four of us

had the chance…would you want to know? What your godmother saw, what

he murmurs, and I turn my head to look at him, smiling when I see that his eyes are moving between our

that there was me, on the other end of it. And all the confusion at the start when we met and I was already pregnant with your kid,

kissing my cheek, “which, honestly, is my

I gasp,

as if they’re not much, which makes me laugh. But then he goes a little rigid as he realizes something, raising his eyes to

results from all of it, and each part of it is individually wonderful, and of course you are at the center of all of it for me. You’re – you’re my mate, my love.” I shake my head, smiling at

I feel,” he says with a steady sigh, tilting my face up to press a soft kiss

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

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

smile and wait 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?

“on one hand, it would have saved me a great deal of stress and sadness at some points in

to me in a flash of explanation for what he means when he 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

play mother and sister to each other. The horrible unknowing years

terrible memories. “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 –

slip down my cheeks as I nod at him, because now he’s the one saying it

a thousand lifetimes, a thousand chances to make the same

pulling me against him while somehow miraculously managing not to crush our children between us

nod. “Knowing or not? I’ve got you now, and our wonderful life, 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 fully down

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

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