idental Surrogate For Alpha Novel Free -Chapter 77
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“What do you think about this one?” I ask, pulling E’s attention away from the rack of onesies she’s
currently perusing.
“Oh, so you care what I want now?” She retorts, shooting me a sulky re. She’s been pouting ever
since we left our parenting ss, and despite the instructor’s quick thinking to prevent us having a very
public argument, I know E hasn’t gotten over my high-handed order regarding a hospital birth. We
decided to spend our free afternoon shopping for baby gear before we ever left the house today, or I’m
sure she wouldn’t have agreed to stay in mypany. The stubborn creature has done her best to
ignore me since our disagreement, only allowing me to touch her when required for ss and barely
speaking to me.
Now, as I’m considering cribs and strollers, E has ced herself as far away as she can get without
leaving my sight, a line she seemed to understand she shouldn’t cross no matter how unhappy she is
with me. Sighing, I cross the small shop until I’m looming over her. “E, of course I care about what
you want. I didn’t mean to dismiss your feelings earlier, but there are some risks I’m simply not willing
to take.”
“I just wanted to consider my options.” E grumbles back, crossing her arms over her chest and
unintentionally pushing her pert breasts together. “I don’t even know that I would want a home birth, I
just thought it was something to consider.”
Dragging my gaze from her lush body, I answer. “I understand that and if our situation were different, I
wouldn’t have a problem with a home birth, but our situation isn’t different.” I reach for her, but she
backs out of my reach. “If you want a water birth or a do, we can arrange for those things at the
hospital, but we need to be practical.”
E glowers up at me, her lower lip quivering dangerously. I have a bad feeling she’s about to cry, and
suddenly I’m wishing she would growl at me again. I can’t recall ever hearing such a cute noise except
from actual pups. I wasn’t about to let her get away with it, but it had also been very difficult not to
smile. “I don’t want the baby to be high risk.” E finally shares, her voice husky. “It isn’t fair.”
“I agree.” I tell her seriously, hating the idea of either one of them being threatened. “But it is the reality,
and we have to make sure you have the safest birth possible. In fact, if your blood pressure doesn’t
come down by the end of the week, I think we need to go back to the doctor.”
E nods, fighting back a hup. Her golden eyes are shining, and I’m quickly losing my patience with
the distance between us. “Okay.”
“Okay.” I repeat, ducking my head to try and catch her eye. “So are we friends again? Can we kiss and
make up?”
E willinglyes into my arms, her small, warm body all tension and sharp edges. She snuggles into
my embrace and breathes in my scent, though she doesn’t give up her sulkingpletely. “You better
not be this bossy in the delivery room.”
I chuckle, low and deep, stroking her long hair. “Oh, you’re going to let me be in the delivery room?” I
ask, surprised that she wants this, even though I always nned on forcing my way in.
To my surprise, E pulls back with a sharp intake of breath. “You are going to be there aren’t you?”
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She looks so frightened by the prospect of delivering the baby alone that my wolf begins to instinctively
purr. “Of course, sweet E. I’m not going to let you do it alone – even if you hate me when the time
comes and try to kick me out, I won’t leave.”
Her racing heart slows, but she eyes me suspiciously. “That sounds bossy.”
“I said I would be there, not that I wouldn’t be bossy.” I tease, pulling her close again.
“Tyrant.” She uses, even as she nuzzles her face into my chest.
“Troublemaker.” I reply, relieved that we’re no longer at odds even though I find her feisty nature
irresistible. I much prefer keeping our disagreements yful, rather than serious. “We haven’t talked
about baby names either.” I realize aloud, “We should probably figure these things out before we go
back to ss. I don’t think our teacher appreciated us stealing her thunder.”
“We can talk about names.” E agrees, seeming content to stay wrapped in my arms, even though
other customers are already ncing our way – smiling to themselves. Oblivious, E performs a huge
yawn, her lovely lips stretching wider than I thought was possible.
“Mhmm, do you want to keep shopping while we do?” I inquire, trying to keep the amusement out of my
voice. “Or do you want to go home and take a nap?”
“We can keep shopping.” She answers, making no effort to move.
“You do know you’ll have to let me go in order to do that, right?” I ask, wanting nothing of the kind.
E blinks, as if she didn’t realize she was already half asleep and leaning all her weight against me.
She steps back, smoothing down her dress as she considers the cribs in front of us. “Well, what are
your thoughts about names?”
I sh her my most wolfish grin. “How about Thor or Rex?”
E gapes, not realizing I’m only making mischief. “You might as well call him butch or spike!” She
exims, her voice taking a haughty turn. “He might be a wolf but that doesn’t mean you have to give
him a dog’s name, Dominic.”
“Well he’ll be Alpha one day, so it should be something strong.” I reply, still smiling at my indignant little
human.
She snorts, “names don’t make someone strong – that’s about character and integrity.”
“Oh really?” I challenge, “so you think calling our son daffodil will set him up for sess, do you?”
I’ve never seen someone so much shorter than me try to look down their nose at me, but somehow E
manages. “I think if we call our son daffodil, he’ll redefine the word for generations toe.”
“Maybe, but he’ll also be bullied on the yground his entire childhood.” I reason, pretending to read
the information sheet for one of the strollers.
“Which is why we can’t name him anything as ridiculous as Rex.” E replies, digging in her heals. “I
just don’t think you should let something as arbitrary as a name decide someone’s character.”
“Well see that’s where we disagree, you see, I believe there is great power in names.” I exin,
actually meaning my words now.
She frowns pensively, “how about Henry, for your father?”
Suddenly my interest in getting a rise out of E evaporates. “That’s a very sweet idea.” I concede,
pinning her with my gaze. “But do you like the name Henry?”
“It’s not my favorite.” She shrugs, “but I don’t dislike it.”
“And I suppose someone who loves children as much as you do – who’s been trying for so long…
there’s no chance you have names already picked out, right?” I guess, already knowing the answer to
my question.
E flushes a delectable shade of pale pink, but she doesn’t say a word.
“Well,e on – out with it.” I encourage.
“Why don’t you tell me yours first.” She suggests, “your real ones I mean.”
Laughing, I agree. “I’ve always liked the name Damon. Then there’s Gabriel, or Maxim… but my
favorite is Orion.”
“Like the hunter, from all the myths?” E rifies.
“Not to mention the stars.” I reply, thinking of the constetion.
“I like that idea.” She muses, smiling softly. “I always imagine that if I had a son, I’d call him Rafe.”
“Rafe,” I repeat, rolling the name over my tongue. “You know that means wolf, don’t you?”
E stops in her tracks, and though I initially suspect that she’s merely surprised the name she chose
has this particr meaning, when I look over at her I freeze. Her eyes are full of tears, and her hand is
pressed to her stomach.
“Sweetheart, what is it?” I ask urgently, closing the distance between us.
“The baby,” She answers, her cheeks splitting into an incandescent smile. “He just moved. I think he
might have kicked!”
“What!” I immediately move my hand alongside hers, knowing I’m grinning like a fool.
“It was when you said, Rafe.” As the name leaves her lips, the tiniest bump flutters against my hand,
and suddenly we’re bothughing. My own eyes are shining now, and I pull E’s mouth down to my
own. “I think we just named our baby.” I tell her ecstatically between kisses.
We stay like that for a long time, repeatedly saying the name and celebrating every time our son kicks
in reply. Through the bond I can tell he loves the sound of ourughter and joy, and soon he’s kicking
just to make us smile. Eventually we give up on shopping entirely. I take E home andvish her with
all her favorite things – the self care gifts I’d been unable to give her after the Wild Hunt. We spend the
rest of the day curled up in front of a zing fire, and reveling in our delight over this milestone. I know
our future is still so uncertain, but right now everything is perfect, and I’m not going to take a single
moment for granted.