Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 487- A powerful gift
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Cora wipes her face with the palms of her hands. “I'm sorry,” she says. “I just… went a little crazy.”
“The vision wasn't bad,” I say, “I promise you it wasn't. And we get it: what if you left the baptism ceremony as if
you had jumped into the pool? “I would have been scared too!”
“Yeah, well,” she murmurs, looking at my stomach, “maybe I'll do it out of spite in six months, see if you like it.”
Then I laugh, the noise surprising me, and Cora's face breaks into a hesitant smile.
“There's my girl,” Roger murmurs, raising a hand to wipe away the last of her tears.
“I think we need to hear everything,” Cora says, nodding at Sinclair and then at me. "Please. Just... maybe
just for this baby, the first.
“It's okay,” he whispered, nodding. And then Sinclair and I told him everything, all the wonderful things we saw for Rafe as
he grew up and his happiness with his cousins. And then we recount the darkness we saw and the incredible way he moved
through it: the challenge clearly posed for him in her future.
“Wow,” Roger says, a little bewildered as he looks at his baby. “I have… no way of really understanding what
it all means,” he murmurs.
“It was hard to know what we were seeing,” Sinclair responds, looking at me for confirmation. I nod.
“Then Ella got very angry. That's when she jumped into the pool.”
"That?!" Cora gasps.
She shrugged at me. “I wasn't going to let her finish the vision there. “So… we got into a fight and then she gave me the last
picture: of old, happy Jesse, so I could go away.”
Cora bursts out laughing then, looking at her little baby. “We picked the right godmother for you, darling,” she sighs. “Always
getting your money's worth from it.”

“Damn,” I say, looking at Sinclair with a very clear “I told you so” look on my face. “Just the full
baptism experience for my baby nephew.”
“So what do you think it means?” Roger asks, looking at each other.
“I don't know,” I respond, resting my hand on my chin and looking at the baby, wondering about the very strange and interesting
future of him. “He's going to be very close to Rafe and the new baby. And the way he handled a dagger and the way he dressed, I think
he's going to be a warrior.”
“That fits,” Cora sighs, looking at me with a bit of guilt in her eyes. “We saw that Rafe was also going to be a warrior. “That way at
least they will have each other.”
A little anxiety washes over me at that, but I simply nod, pocketing the information. I mean,
considering who his father is? I can't say he's surprised. But I can think about how I feel about it
another day.
“Though I think it's more than that,” I murmur. “Something mom said
“Wait for it?” Sinclair says, intervening and stepping away from me a little, looking at me. “Did she talk?”
“Oh, yeah,” I say, giving a small apologetic laugh and shrugging. “I forgot you didn't listen to her. My fault."
"You are bad!?" he says, horrified.
“Yes, my bad!” I return, rolling my eyes and waving a hand through the air at him, dismissively. I look back
at Cora. “Mom said that Jesse's mission will be hers and that she doesn't know the outcome. But honestly, Cora, he seemed... very
capable. And very powerful.”
I look at Sinclair and wonder if he feels the same way. He sighs as he looks at me and then turns to greet his brother and my
sister. “That was the impression I had too. That whatever gift the Goddess has given him… is powerful.”
Cora and Roger are silent for a long moment, looking away at their little one. Sinclair and I
sat in silence, letting them process their thoughts.
“You know,” Roger says quietly, thoughtfully. “If you had asked me before he was born if I wanted him to have a
strange, cool, powerful gift, I would have said yes. But now that he's here? And he's so... small? Roger breathes

 

deeply which breaks my heart a little, shaking his head as he looks at his son. “I wish her gift were something

 

stupid, like... being very, very good at bowling. Or just being magically great at Scrabble.”
“He's going to get that from me anyway,” Cora murmurs, smiling a little, and I bite my lip to see the humor
return to these two. Because if they're joking about it... I think that means they're strong enough to
get through it.
“The last thing Mom told me,” I say quietly, and Cora's eyes flick to me a little fearfully, like she doesn't
want any more information tonight.
I laugh and shake my head. "Not well!" I say, raising a hand. “She said to trust them,” I continue,
nodding. “Trust our children. And it seemed very true to me: I mean, we are all aware that we are not
leading children to an easy life. They are born with responsibilities. We have to raise them to be strong, and then
when they grow up? “We have to trust that they will handle themselves in the world.”
Sinclair nods slowly, agreeing with me. “And I don't think the Goddess would have given Jesse a powerful gift
if she hadn't thought he could handle it,” he says softly, putting a hand on my shoulder. “I don't think she's in
the business of screwing her grandkids.”
Cora sighs and nods as well. “I'm just giving your daughters extreme anxiety,” she murmurs, sighing and running a
hand over Jesse's sleeping heads.
“I think they're probably all moms,” I say, standing up and leaning against my partner, who presses me
against him. “But… I mean, I think everything will work out.”
"Why do you say that?" Cora asks, looking at me again, I think waiting for another little hint from Mom, who of
course she knows more than us.
“I just have faith,” I say, letting my lips turn into a smile. “These children will be good eggs and we will love them
very much. If they end up with the fate of the world in their hands? I look at my partner and shrug. “So I think the
world has a good opportunity.”
Sinclair smiles at me and leans in to give me a kiss before turning to Cora and Roger.
“Are they coming down?” I ask, nodding toward the door, eager to reach out to Rafe and give him a hug and whisper
how loved he is if he can't hear me. even

“In a minute,” Cora responds, giving me a hesitant smile that has a lot of warmth behind it. Because even if she's still
a little scared, I know she agrees with me. Our children are going to be fantastic; We just have to have faith in them.
“We'll be waiting,” Sinclair says, nodding firmly, and together we let the new parents have a minute alone
with their child.