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

odd note in his

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

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

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

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

be nice to have one you

seemed to understand that women can’t just magically get off with a few thrusts. I

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

I’m speaking to the memory or

giving away my lurid thoughts. Before he can say a word, I lean into his side, turning

I take her home now?” He asks bluntly, as if

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

words. 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

fine, ignore me, talk about me like I’m not here.” I grumble. “That

The doctor replies, completely unphased

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

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

enough to speak into my ear. “Today was horrible”

And now this.”

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