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.”

does get excited, despite our

an odd note

and while I would advise you keep sexual activity to a minimum, if the

blink. Who said anything about sex? Is that what Sinclair was getting at, but I just didn’t understand the nuance? How

are the best stress relievers. The little voice in my head

was the last time I had one of those? I think back, recalling the last night I slept away from Sinclair, when I was finally free to get some relief from the fire he keeps

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

is the only man I’ve ever been 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 my own responsibility – mine to seek once he rolled over and fell

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:

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

side, turning my face towards his shoulder so I can breathe in his scent. I’m doing it for comfort

her home now?” He asks bluntly, as if I’m the injured party

I am.” I remind him sulkily. “We should

go as soon as I write this prescription. I’ll come

me, talk about me like I’m not here.” I grumble. “That will keep me

worry Ella, you’re in good hands.” The doctor replies, completely

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

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

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

And now this.”

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