Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 483 – A small meeting

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It takes us longer than I know that Sinclair would rather leave Roger and Cora's house that morning, especially

because Cora spent a lot of time freaking out, hugging me, and scolding me for not telling her right away.

But in the end they let us go, Cora wiping her eyes and Roger giving us a big smile, baby Jesse asleep in

your arms.

I hold Sinclair's hand the entire way home, squeezing it, very happy and excited. We are very

blessed right now and I'm doing everything I can to bask in that glow. My partner, my baby,

my baby on the way?

What more can I ask for?

When we return to the palace, Sinclair walks me back to our rooms, although I can tell that

His mind is already on other things.

“You can go,” I say, balancing my little Rafe meatball against my elbow as I give Sinclair a small

push on the shoulder. “You don't need to accompany me back to the rooms: I'm already inside!”

our house!"

“Pamper me, Ella,” he says, giving me a small smile as he pushes our door open and holds it open.

for me. “I can already feel my instincts kicking in: I'm not going to want to leave your side for the next six

months".

“Oh, sure,” I say, rolling my eyes and carrying the baby to his changing table. “Just like pregnancy

overprotective, Alpha is very different from the new overprotective father Alpha.”

“It's different,” he says, smiling at me as he leans against the wall, watching me quickly clean the diaper.

Rafe's dirty, our little baby babbles happily as I do it. “Or at least it seems to me

different".

“Well, whatever keeps you eagerly at my side,” I say, smiling at him with a wink.

"What about you?" He asks her, lifting his chin at me. “Do you still feel different? Honestly, I

I feel almost bad: you barely finished breastfeeding. You couldn't even do any of the fun things you didn't

you were pregnant, like tequila shots. Or a lot of sushi.”

“It's okay,” I say with a sigh, zipping up Rafe's jumpsuit and lifting him back into my arms, where he squeals and

He reaches for me, grabbing handfuls of my hair. “I'll just leave them aside,” I say, approaching my partner and

letting him wrap me in my arms. “After the next one is born and ready for food

solids, you owe me the debauchery equivalent of two children.”

“Ready,” he says, smiling and taking my face in his hands, planting a kiss on my mouth. “Except that,

Knowing you, you're probably planning on having a third baby.”

“We’ll see,” I say, giving a happy little sigh. “But you know that? There is one thing that excites me

especially".

"What is it?" he asks, genuinely curious.

I smile broadly and turn back to the bed, walking towards it as Rafe lets out a small sigh.

excited giggle. “The Restoration of the Nest!” -I say, raising a hand in the air. Sinclair starts laughing

when I start to pull the blankets up and arrange them in a comfortable circle that looks incredibly cozy.

Honestly, I want to get on right now.

“This will be the second version of the nest,” says Sinclair, and I can tell from his happy tone that he is pleased. "He

next 2.0. Are you planning innovations? Improvements?

“Well, it's a queen's nest now,” I say, sinking happily into my bed, taking Rafe with me. "AND

It has to fit both a growing Prince and Princess,” I say, smiling at my son. "So

Yes, I'm going to need some funds,” I continue with a sigh, looking seriously at my partner. “From five to

ten thousand dollars?"

“For pillows?” he protests, laughing.

“Oh, no,” I say, smiling. “That's just the general budget and snacks. “The pillows are going to be extra.”

He shakes his head, still laughing, but he reaches out again and again and takes my face in his hands. "Which

you want,” he says smiling.

“Exactly what I like to hear. You have to go?" I ask, a little sad. I mean, I just did

this nest and it looks so cozy…

“Yes,” he murmurs, leaning down to place another kiss on my mouth. “But I will return to help you baptize the nest more

late". She sighs and walks away, handing me a tablet that's on the nightstand. “Ask for what you want, but

Please, Ella, try not to bankrupt us.”

"No promises!" I sing, leaning back against the pillows and placing Rafe next to me as Sinclair laughs and smiles.

heads towards the door. “Come on, honey,” I sigh as he starts clicking on the tablet, Rafe starts to click.

crawl between the blankets next to me. “Let's start by ordering you and Sissy some matching outfits…

We will also buy some for baby Jesse…”

Two weeks later

“Cora!” I call into our little closet. "Ready!? Come on!"

“It's my party, Ella!” Cora calls me back, though I can hear her laughing.

“I know,” I whine, a tuxedo-clad Rafe sitting calmly on my hip. He also looked with

curiosity towards the closet where Cora was and dressing Jesse in his little tuxedo. Jesse already has two

weeks and he's the cutest baby in the world (except for Rafe, of course) and I can't wait to see how

looks good with the matching tuxedo I bought him.

“You know it's ridiculous, Ella,” Cora says, finally emerging from the closet with her happy little boy, who is smiling almost

all the time. I squeal when I see him, barely able to hold up his little bald head. “He's just going to throw up.

on top and you will only use it for an hour! He has to be naked when you present him to mom.”