Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 95

Ella

“Bed rest?” I repeat, glancing nervously at Sinclair. “

You mean until the baby comes?”

“No, I don’t think we have to do anything quite that extreme yet.” The doctor replies with a kind smile, “

For now let’s start with a few weeks. Beyond that we can take it as it comes.”

“What does that mean exactly?” Sinclair inquires, his large body looming over me. His heat, which sometimes reminds me too much of a blazing furnace when we’re curled in bed together, is a welcome balm now, washing over me in a tide of cozy comfort. “She can’t get out of bed at all?”

“No, it’s not that severe.” The doctor assures us. “

Ella can get up to go to the restroom, or move around to switch positions. She can take two short walks every day – one in the morning, one in the evening but no more than twenty minutes and if you find yourself getting tired or overwhelmed before then, you need to stop. Absolutely no stairs or physical exertion though, and no standing for more than twenty minutes at a time – for any reason”

My heart sinks, and I try not to let my disappointment show. It’s not the end of the world after all, it just means I’m going to be a bit bored. “

Do I have to be completely on my back, or is sitting up okay?”

“Choose whatever position is most comfortable for you.” He continues, looking back and forth between us. “More importantly, no stress whether you’re in bed, on the couch, or wherever you choose. That means no campaign events, no excitement.”

she does get excited, despite our

an odd note in

to send you home with some sedatives in case of emergencies, and while I would advise you keep sexual activity to a minimum, if the tension is building up it’s better to indulge it than to

at, but I just didn’t understand the nuance?

daft, you know orgasms are the best stress relievers. The little

back, recalling the last night I slept away from Sinclair, when I was finally

have to admit it would be nice to have one you didn’t give yourself. The voice

with, and he’d never seemed to understand that women can’t just magically get off with a few thrusts. I always enjoyed sex for the int!macy, and though it always felt good, 0rgasms had always been

way with Sinclair. My conscience intimates, sparking memories of the few times we’ve gotten carried away when I’ve had glimpses of the pleasure he could give me if I would only succumb to his charms. His words the day of the ball – after the incident, as I’ve decided to call it – ring in my mind: Now, would you like me to make you feel good? Nothing about his own

sharply, unsure whether I’m speaking to the memory or

the hungry expression he’s wearing makes me worry that my expression is giving away my lurid thoughts. Before he can say a word, I lean into his side, turning my face towards his shoulder so I can breathe in his scent. I’m doing it for comfort yes, but also to hide my blushing

short notice. Can I take her home now?” He asks bluntly, as if I’m the injured party here,

am.” I remind him sulkily. “We should be asking your doctors, not

He looks back to the OB, who smiles warmly, “she’s free to go as soon as I write this prescription. I’ll come and check on her the day after

fine, ignore me, talk about me like I’m not

doctor replies, completely unphased

moves in front of me, sliding his muscular arms around my middle and burying his face in my neck. I’m so surprised by the gesture, that I barely notice I forgot to thank the doctor. Sinclair isn’t growling, or scolding me, he’s not even kissing me or trying to sneak an intimate caress, he’s simply hugging squeezing me

and nuzzling his scruffy jaw. “Hey, what is it?” I murmur, holding him as tightly as I can so that he knows I’m asking out of concern, not some desire to be released. It’s only when I feel the bandages beneath his shirt

neck, only high enough to speak into my ear. “Today was horrible” He says, his voice like

And now this.”

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