Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

chapter 490 – Time Grows Short

Five and a Half Months Later

Ella

There’s a strange atmosphere in the palace today and I admit that I don’t quite no how to feel, because everything is half dread and half excited anticipation.

At least, that’s how it is for everyone else.

For me? For me it’s just a great deal of discomfort.

“Ella,” Cora scolds as I try to bend over and pick up one of Rafe’s socks from the floor. “Let me do that – ”

“I can do it!” I gasp, reaching for it –

But then I stumble and almost fall over, and Cora catches me by the shoulders.

“Enough!” she snaps, shaking her head at me. “Back to the nest! Stop getting out of it! You’re six full months pregnant, Ella – full term! For heaven’s sake, if you fall over I’m scared you’ll split like a watermelon and just spill the baby out.”

“That might be better,” I mutter, glaring at the errant sock and doing as my sister says, heading back for my bed. “This baby is big, and I’m not precisely looking forward to pushing her out.”

“Well, what did you expect,” Cora says, flipping the sock into a hamper and walking behind me to the bed. ” You decided to have babies with the most gigantic man I’ve ever seen.”

“First,” I say, holding up one finger as I sink down on to my bed and start to tuck my legs under the covers, “I did not choose to have children with that gigantic man, I chose a nice slim sperm donor for my first child -”

“Yeah well, you chose to have the second baby,” Cora reminds me, raising an eyebrow at me as she sits down on the edge of the bed.

“And second,” I say, choosing to ignore her logic, “Rafe was a little baby. It’s not my fault that this one is very content to stay in for as long as she possibly can.” I sigh, resting my head back against my pillows and putting my hands on either side of my belly.

“Poor sister,” Cora coos, reaching out to stroke my stomach as well. “She’ll be here soon enough.”

What Cora says is true I’ve been in pre-labor for a couple of hours now. I’m having mild, irregular contractions which Cora says is unlikely to be Braxton Hicks at this late stage. So, baby girl is coming soon, even if she’s taking her time about this as well.

“Remember how crazy it was?” I say softly, my mind turning to the past. ” When Rafe was born?”

replies. “Do you miss

miss almost dying and fearing for my life, having to stop and give birth in a strange palace because the roads to the hospital were

shrugs. “Well,

then I laugh, shaking my head. “It was all very exciting. Poor baby girl needs

Cora says, running her hand comfortingly across my stomach. “Besides, two months from now we

groan. “Honestly, it wasn’t so

says, grinning at me, ” covered

know,” I say, sitting up on my elbows and glaring at her, “you don’t have to be her

her eyes

mouth falling open, but our completely unserious fight ends abruptly when the door opens and

cry when he sees me. ” Mama!” he calls, raising his hands above his head and then leaning over, reaching

get to me. When they’re about halfway across the room, Sinclair puts Rafe on his feet and he totters over

the bed and giggles, reaching for me, and Cora obliges him by lifting him up so that he can crawl

when did he get so big?” Cora murmurs,

little boy close and giving him a big kiss on the head. He’s one now. I cried the entire day of his birthday. Sinclair was

says, his voice a little bitter as he sits down next to Cora with Jesse in his lap. Sinclair moves to the other side of the bed so he can sit

to kiss me on the

old,” Cora says, rolling her eyes at

could be faster for six months,” Sinclair says dryly,

hair that’s started growing on his head. “You’ll beat that meatball someday –

my head at all of them. “I can’t believe you’re debating which kid is going to win

waving a dismissive hand,

reaching forward to

up for now Roger and I have cleared

fun,” Roger quips. “When Cora was in labor, there were drinks – you’ve

at him. He flinches and then falls back on the mattress in pretend agony, taking Jesse with him and making the baby laugh, muttering something about an abusive wife

laugh at them but turn to put my head on Sinclair’s shoulder. “How’s it going out there?” I ask.

to worry

I say quietly, watching him closely. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to know.

information down our bond at once, letting me see and feel that the Atalaxians have been pressing their advantage. They’re aware that our military is rapidly