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.

“Cora knows, and she has sworn Roger to secrecy. Ariel’s life – it’s her business. I

pulled shut so we can get some sleep. He turns his head and kisses my hair after a moment, which makes me smile

moment, peace and contentment radiating

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

turn my head to look at him, smiling when I

fail. But that there was me, on the other end of it. And all the confusion at the start

a wonderful partnership,” he murmurs, tugging me close and kissing my cheek, “which, honestly, is

gasp,

a little rigid as he

“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 are at the center of all of it for me. You’re – you’re my mate, my love.” I shake my head, smiling at him. “The center of

face

say, shaking my hair back over my shoulders

he hums, dropping his head a little to press a kiss to the underside of my jaw and then to my neck, sending a shiver through

back to mine. ” So?” I say, pushing, truly wanting his answer. “What do you think? If

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

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

to each other. The horrible unknowing years when I was at my darkest point, and then my terrible ex-boyfriend, who I had truly thought I loved – but who betrayed me so deeply. The terrible longing for a child I thought I

balm of his love down our bond to me, wiping away those 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 – every step of the way. That it wasn’t just some fate that the Goddess gave to us. That even if it was fated…we wanted it, we wanted each other. We’d have picked this life anyway, even if it

at him, because now he’s

say, my voice shaking with my love for him. “In a thousand

pulling me against him while somehow miraculously managing not to crush our children between us as he holds me tight in his

wouldn’t matter,” he murmurs against my hair as I sniff back my tears and nod. “Knowing or not? I’ve got you now, and our wonderful life, and it’s worth everything we

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,

over my cheeks, wiping away all of my tears. ”

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