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,

an odd note in his

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 resist – just remind your wolf to be

sex? Is that what Sinclair was getting at, but I just didn’t understand the nuance? How is

be daft, you know orgasms are the best stress relievers. The little voice in my

recalling the last night I slept away from Sinclair, when I was finally free to get some relief from the fire

it would be nice to have

few thrusts. I always enjoyed sex for the int!macy,

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

think sharply, unsure whether I’m speaking

into his side, turning my face towards

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

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

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

ignore me, talk about me like I’m not here.” I

The doctor replies, completely unphased by 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 with barely

him as tightly as I can so that he knows I’m asking out of concern, not some desire to be

lifts his face from my neck, only high enough to speak into my ear. “Today was horrible” He says, his voice like gravel, “every last minute of

And now this.”

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