Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 276-Home, Finally

Ella

“All right,” the doctor says, sweeping into the room where Sinclair and I are resting together on my hospital bed, my head on my mate’s shoulder as we watch some daytime soap opera I perk up at the doctor’s entrance, eager to hear what he has to say. Sinclair gives a little groan as he sits up and puts his feet on the ground, standing next to the bed to hear the news. I know that he’s not

tired – instead, I think it’s the opposite. All of these days and hours cooped up here in this little room have made him terribly restless. I reach out and take Sinclair’s hand, thanking him, silently,

for all he’s done for me.

“Well?” Sinclair asks, tucking his other hand to his pocket. He looks levelly at the doctor, who has given me perhaps a hundred tests since I woke up a few days ago. Everything from blood work, CT scans, ultrasounds. I’ve been poked and measured and observed so much I feel like a science

experiment.

The doctor pauses before me, flipping through the pages on his clipboard, double- and triple- checking everything. I smile as I watch him do it. For all his cold bedside manner, he really has shown himself to be diligent and dedicated.

“You’ll be happy” the doctor says, letting the pages drop and tucking the clipboard away under his arm. “Everything has come back stable.” He looks seriously at me then before he continues. You’re well enough to go home, Ella, but I want to emphasize to you that you are by no means a healthy woman at this point in time. And your pregnancy is still extremely high risk. I want you‘ at home. In bed. Relaxing, until this baby is born. Is that clear?”

I nod eagerly, my heart beating faster with joy Home. Home. God, I can’t wait to be home…

“Good,” he says, nodding and shifting his gaze now to Sinclair. “Your home was it damaged during

me a little thrill of joy, despite the fact that I know it already. Sinclair has been receiving steady reports from Roger and others on his team which have set our new post–war world in a very different light.

the people that Sinclair does intend to take the throne, but we decided against it until after the baby is born. And even

mated as you are.” He takes a deep breath then and levels a glare between us. “I know that it’s awkward, but I want to be very clear about this – when I say that Ella needs to be relaxing…it’s very important that the

one good thing about bedrest, it’s the fact that you’re in

very good at keeping our hands off

it’s very delicate. Even,” he sighs, putting a hand to his forehead and pausing, figuring out how to word this I smile

to let him know that I understand. “Baby comes first, doc,” I say. Sinclair says nothing,

your OBGYN and regular doctor for continued care. I’ve sent them my notes.” He starts to head out into the

quiet, almost muffled with the distance, and I lean forward to hear

scoffs and tells Sinclair that, quite frankly, it’s none of

whatever it is, I’ll pay you double to be Ella’s

lean back against my pillows, pleased at this development. With this doctor and Cora on

the threshold of our home, my arms wrapped around his neck. I grin up at him, pleased at

wolf homecoming, I’d be chasing you down

I say, putting a hand over my stomach as he takes a few steps inside and

bedroom. “How’s he doing in there,”

receiving a little ping of happiness and contentment back. “He just says he’s angry to be missing our soaps. Wants

as if I’m no more than a feather duvet in his arms. “Tell him we’ll get a TV brought in the room, with all the channels. He’ll have weeks and weeks to catch up.” He carries me through the open door to our room and I smile to see that he’s had someone arrange the pillows and blankets just as I like