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.

“I do not,” I say, laughing and resting my head on his shoulder. “Cora knows, and she has

sworn Roger to secrecy. Ariel’s life – it’s her business. I think we should be just grateful

that we know our two children are going to grow to be healthy and happy.”

“I know,” Sinclair 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 and kisses my hair after a moment, which makes me

smile as I look down at my baby girl, my thumb tracing long strokes along my beautiful

son’s cheek.

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

us and along our bonds.

“Dominic,” I say quietly, my mind turning softly. “What do you think? If you had the

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

you by the Goddess?”

“What do you mean?” he murmurs, and I turn my head to look at him, smiling when I see

that his eyes are moving between our two perfect kids.

“I mean,” I say after a long moment, and his green eyes shift to me. “If you… had a

chance. To know that…your first mating was going to eventually fail. But 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, and everything we went through, and the two beautiful

children at the end – ”

“Alongside a wonderful partnership,” he murmurs, tugging me close and kissing my cheek,

“which, honestly, is my favorite part – ”

“Even more than the kids!?” I gasp, my mouth falling open a bit.

“I mean, the kids,” he says, shrugging 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 glare at me a bit.

“Wait, are you saying you like the kids more than me!?”

My laugher bursts from me now as I shake my head at him. “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

my universe. But the whole universe we’ve built, Dominic it’s all wonderful.”

“That’s precisely what I mean, and how I feel,” he says with a steady sigh, tilting my face

up to press a soft kiss to my mouth. “You just say it way better than me.”

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

words.”

“Mmhmm,” 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 me. ” Amongst other things.”

I 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? If your godmother saw all of this –

would you have wanted to know?”

He takes a deep breath, thinking it through. “Well,” he says, contemplative, “on one hand,

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

know that this was waiting for me that this was the true, wonderful hand the Goddess was

waiting to deal for me.”

He passes some memories down the bond 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 our child but not knowing what it meant, to

have a child with a woman he thought was human…

I nod, truly understanding. “It would have helped me to,” I say. And then I do the same,

passing my own memories to him. The horrible years with only Cora by my side, when we

each had to play mother and sister 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 would never

have…

“But,” Sinclair says, staring deep into my eyes and passing the warm 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 wasn’t fate.”

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

“I’d pick you, Dominic,” I say, my voice shaking with my love for him. “In a thousand

lifetimes, a thousand chances to make the same choices – I’d do it all again.”

He shakes his head at me as tears fill his own eyes and he leans forward, pulling me

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

as he holds me tight in his arms.

“So, I guess it 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 paid to get here. You’re my everything, trouble.”

And I laugh, pulling back a little and 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, “to pass the ‘trouble’

nickname fully down to Ariel.”

“Nah,” Sinclair says, smirking at me as he moves his thumbs over my cheeks, wiping

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

you’ll always be mine.”

And I nod, and smile softly at him, because…well, because that feels just right.

“And what about this one?” I say, running my hand over Rafe’s soft hair, smiling down at

his little body pressed close to me, his mouth just lightly open, his long lashes dark

against his chubby cheeks. “He’s not trouble?”

“This little guy?” Sinclair says, grinning as he reaches out a hand to rub his son’s back.

“No way – he’s too sweet to be much trouble. He’s going to be the best kid.”

“You’re going to have to teach him to act tough,” I say with a little laugh, “or everyone’s

going to see right through him and take advantage of his soft heart.”

“No problem,” Sinclair says with a grin. “We’ll build him some steely armor to protect that

sweet heart of his.”

I smile too as I look at my son, but my mind is on his father, who is so much the same. My

sweetheart Alpha – the scariest and most powerful man in the world, probably, but also

the kindest person I’ve ever met. A good King, a better mate – a wonderful father.

God, how did I get to be so lucky?

“I love you, Dominic,” I sigh, resting my head against him and closing my eyes.

“I love you too, Ella,” he murmurs in reply, his arm still holding me tight as we both drift

off into a doze, our much- loved, long-desired perfect son sleeping between us. Our

wonderful, brand new baby girl still curled against the crook of my arm.

And, even though I know I shouldn’t let myself doze like this – that I should put Rafe in his

crib, and Ariel in her bassinet –

That Dominic and I should lay down and get some proper sleep stretched out so we don’t

wake up with aching necks

That I’m going to be up in twenty minutes anyway when Ariel cries, needing to be fed or

changed

Well. I just let myself fall into the doze anyway. Because everything is just so perfect right

now in this moment that not a single part of me wants to disturb it.

And so, curled warm against my mate with my arms wrapped around the children I always

dreamed I’d have but thought I never could, I sleep in complete peace, content in the

knowledge that when I do wake up?

It’s going to be the start of the rest of my wonderful life – one I’m so thrilled I get to live

with my Alpha by my side.

THE END

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