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

been receiving steady reports from Roger and others on his team which have set our new post–war world in a very different light. “By some miracle, my personal residence went relatively untouched during the attacks on the city. The neighborhood is largely abandoned but,” he shrugs

talked about potentially moving into the palace to confirm to the people that Sinclair does intend to take the throne, but we decided against it until after the baby is born. And even then, I imagine I’ll delay as long as we can. I like Sinclair’s house – I have lots of good memories there. It would take a lot to persuade me to move away from

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

– honestly, if there’s one good thing about bedrest, it’s the fact

keeping

hand to his forehead and pausing, figuring out how to word this I smile to see how awkward he feels delivering the news “Any disturbance to your uterine or vaginal tissues Just.”

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

heading for the door. “In that case, best of luck! Check in with your OBGYN and regular doctor for continued care. I’ve

almost muffled with the distance, and I lean forward to hear better. “How

that,

replies. “Because whatever it is, I’ll pay you double to be Ella’s personal physician for the remainder of her pregnancy. And our children’s

this doctor and Cora on my side, I feel quite confident about my chances in this pregnancy. That is, if Sinclair and I can keep our hands off each other for the

few hours later, Sinclair carries me over the threshold of our home, my arms wrapped around his neck. I grin up at him, pleased at the gesture. “Is this a tradition in werewolf mating ceremonies? The carrying of the bride over the

replies, twisting his mouth in chagrin. “If this were a traditional wolf homecoming, I’d be chasing you down in

as he takes a few steps inside and kicks the door shut behind him. “Safer for the

right for the steps, carrying me upwards towards the bedroom. “How’s he doing in there,” he asks quietly, glancing down at me. “Angry at being

“He just says he’s angry to be missing our soaps. Wants to know what’s going on with Tatianna locked in that cell

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