Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 284

Chapter 284: Zoom zoom

Sinclair

A crash sounds upstairs. The second one today. I groan and put my head in my hand, honestly not wanting to know.

“Dominic?” I hear my mate call, requesting my assistance. I press my eyes shut, ignoring her for just…just one minute. “Dominic!”

“Seriously,” Roger murmurs, looking towards the door. “What were you thinking, letting her put this insane plan into action?”

I drop my hand and glare at my brother. “Ask me that again when you’re mated,” I murmur, steeling myself as I head out of the room. Roger doesn’t say anything as I go, though I feel his eyes on me. I ignore it.

“Ella?” I call from the base of the stairs. The seat of her stairlift is at the top, so she must be up there.

“Dominic!” Her faint voice comes to me, sounding relieved. “Can you come help? I’m…stuck.” I sigh and pull myself up the stairs.

Three days. Three days she’s had her wheelchairs and her stairlift, and while I’m pleased to see her spirits raised, it’s been a nightmare for me. Three days of watching her zoom around, crashing into every thing I own. I’ve already imagined six thousand ways this could go wrong – Ella sliding off of the stairlift and tumbling down the stairs, Ella somehow miraculously managing to run herself over with the chair, Ella crashing through the banister and flying through the air like Evil Knievel… 1

And you’d think that I was kidding, or exaggerating, but…

As I get to the top of the stairs, I turn to see her wedged, somehow, behind a potted fern in the corner.

“How did you even…do this?” I ask, exasperated, as I walk over to her.

She gives me a bright, if embarrassed, little smile. “I don’t know,” she shrugs. “I just…went forward, and it was there…”

I sigh again – my three hundredth sigh of the day and lift the plant, freeing her. She zooms backwards in the wheelchair, grinding potting soil from the plant into my carpet as she goes. I sigh again. Three hundred and one.

“What are you even do-” I start, but she’s off already, waving to me as she heads down the hall towards our bedroom.

“Things to do!” she calls, waving over her shoulder. “Go back to work, I’ll catch up with you later!”

I shake my head, following her into the bedroom, eager to put a stop to this. “Ella,” I demand, striding in after her. “This has to stop – I’m going insane with worry –”

in a little half circle so that she’s facing

at her, my mouth hanging open a little with

pouty little mouth

the past three days you’ve

she mutters, waving a flippant hand. “We can buy new pots who

gaze up at me. I groan again and wipe a hand down my face, trying to figure

oblige her. But,” I continue, “baby, you’re the..you’re the worst wheelchair driver I’ve ever seen. I seriously don’t even know how you

screeches. “I am amazing at this! What are you talking

please believe me when I say this – and I

can’t help but laugh with her. It’s so ridiculous. But I’m so grateful that she finally

she asserts, giving me

know what to say. Jealousy… has not even

I were bad at this,

My stomach drops as I lurch

that!” I gasp, glaring at

counters. “I’m fine- this chair can’t tip over, it’s

I caution,

potted plant or two.” She shrugs. “So what? I’m fine.” She gives me a bright, happy smile, and

of course I did, I could smell her misery on her, could feel it in my very bones. But I could also feel her pride every morning when she sent me off to start my day. In many ways that was the

spending as little time on my work as I in good conscience could, and otherwise spending my time curled up with her, my troublesome

shake my head a little as I stare at her now, as she smiles up at me. My sweet, clever girl. How do I do this? How do I help her find the balance between misery

I say calmly, putting out a hand towards her. “Enough chair for the day… my nerves are absolutely at their end. Please. For me. I’ll come to bed – we’ll watch a movie

her, intending to pick her up and carry her to bed. But then, at the last second, a wicked gleam

flicking her fingers over the command board and zooming past me, right out of my

I turn to watch her fly

you want to stop me,” she calls over her shoulder,

grows inside of me as I launch myself after her, out into the hallway and

me coming for her Ella gives a little half scream, half cry of laugher and delight, pressing the button on her stairlift frantically

even with her and pressing the emergency–stop button on the lift. Ella

bedroom and laying her down on the bed. When she’s settled I climb onto the bed as well, settling over her but holding myself up on my elbows and my knees, effectually

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