Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 484 – A Small Gathering

Ella

It takes us longer than I know Sinclair would prefer to get out of Roger and Cora’s house that morning, mostly

because Cora spent so much time freaking out, hugging me, and scolding me for not telling her immediately. But in

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

I hold Sinclair’s hand the whole ride home, squeezing it, so happy and excited. We’re just so blessed right now, and

I’m doing everything I can to bask in that glow. My mate, my baby boy, my baby girl on the way?

What more could I ask for?

When we get back into the palace, Sinclair walks me back to our suite of rooms, though I can tell his mind is

already on other things.

“You can go,” I say, balancing my little meatball Rafe against my elbow while I give Sinclair a little shove on the

shoulder. “You don’t have to walk me back into the rooms – I’m already inside our house!”

“Indulge me, Ella,” he says, giving me a little glancing smile as he pushes open our door and holds it open for me. “I

can feel my instincts kicking in already – I’m not going to want to leave your side for the next six months.”

“Oh sure,” I say, rolling my eyes at him and carrying the baby over to his changing station. “Like overprotective

pregnancy Alpha is so different from overprotective new dad Alpha.”

“It is different,” he says, smirking at me as he leans against the wall, watching me make quick work of Rafe’s dirty

diaper, our little baby happily babbling as I do. “Or at least, it feels different to me.”

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

“What about you?” he asks, raising his chin towards me. “Are you feeling any different yet? I feel almost bad,

honestly – you barely got finished breastfeeding. You didn’t even get to do any of the fun non-pregnant things, like

shots of tequila. Or a whole lot of sushi.”

“That’s okay,” I say with a sigh, snapping Rafe’s onesie shut and lifting him back up into my arms, where he squeals

and reaches for me, grabbing fistfuls of my hair. “I’ll just take a raincheck on those,” I say, stepping close to my

mate and letting him wrap me in my arms. “After this next one is born and ready for solid foods, you owe me two

children’s worth of debauchery.”

“Done,” he says, smirking and cupping my face in his hands, planting a little kiss on my mouth. “Except, knowing

you, you’ll probably be planning baby 3.”

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

about.”

“What is it?” he asks, genuinely curious.

I break into a broad smile and turn towards the bed, striding to it as Rafe gives an excited little giggle. “The re-

establishment of the nest!” I say, throwing one hand in the air. Sinclair bursts into laughter as I start tugging at the

blankets, arranging them into a comfortable circle that looks incredibly cozy. Honestly, I want to climb in right now.

“This is going to be the second version of the nest,” Sinclair comments, and I can tell by his happy tone that he’s

pleased. “Next 2.0. Are you planning innovations? Improvements?”

“Well, it’s a Queen’s nest now,” I say, sinking happily down onto my bed, taking Rafe with me. “And it has to

accommodate a Prince as well as a growing Princess,” I say, grinning at my son. “So yeah, I’m going to need some

funds,” I continue with a sigh, looking seriously up at my mate. “Like, five to ten thousand dollars?”

“For pillows?” he protests, laughing.

“Oh no,” I say, grinning. “That’s just the blanket budget, and the snacks. The pillows are going to be extra.”

He shakes his head at me, still laughing, but comes over and again takes my face in his hands. “Whatever you

want,” he says, smiling.

“Exactly what I like to hear. Do you have to go?” I ask, a little mournful. I mean, I just made this nest, and it does

look so cozy…

“Yes,” he murmurs, leaning down to press another kiss to my mouth. “But I’ll be back to help you christen the nest

later.” He sighs and steps away, handing me a tablet off the bedside table. “Order whatever you want, but please,

Ella, try not to bankrupt us.”

“No promises!” I sing, leaning back against the pillows and settling Rafe in next to me as Sinclair laughs and heads

for the door. “Come on, baby,” I sigh as I start to click through the tablet, Rafe starting to crawl around in the

blankets next to me. “Let’s start by ordering you and Sissy some matching outfits…we’ll get some for baby Jesse

too…”

Two Weeks Later

“Cora!” I call into our little closet. “Is he ready!? Let’s go!”

“It’s my party, Ella!” Cora calls back, though I can hear her laughter.

“I knowww,” I whine, a tuxedoed Rafe sitting calmly on my hip. He also looking curiously towards the closet where

Cora and getting Jesse dressed in his own little tuxedo. Jesse’s two weeks old now, and just the cutest baby in the

world – Rafe excepted, of course – and I can’t wait to see how he looks in the matching tuxedo I got him.

“You know it’s ridiculous, Ella,” Cora says, coming out of the closet finally with her happy little boy, who is all smiles

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

barf all over it, plus he’s only going to wear it for an hour! He has to be naked when you present him to mom.”

“It will be the most elegant barf!” I laugh, hurrying close and tickling Jesse’s fancy little belly. “And I don’t care if he

wears it for an hour or a minute, it was too cute to resist.” I laugh, completely undone by the sight of Cora’s and

Jesse, all dressed up. Rafe babbles happily and reaches forward, trying to touch Jesse, which he always does. I grin

when I see it, as I always do these little boys, they really do have a bond already. Rafe gets so excited whenever

Jesse comes into a room.