Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 292 – Big Alpha Baby

Ella

I’m gripping my sister’s hand, gritting my teeth and groaning through the first of my pushes, when the door bangs open again. I don’t open my eyes – can’t look –

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Quite frankly, at this particular moment I don’t care who the hell it is if it’s Hank, or Roger, or insurgents coming to kill us – all I care about is the horrible, tearing pain within me as I work to bring my baby into the world.

I moan, throwing my head back against the pillows as I pant, feeling the pain subside a little bit.

“How is she?” I hear Hank ask, and I open my eyes to see him there next to me. I try to give him a little smile, failing a bit. “Hello, Ella,” he says softly, his voice warmer than I’m used to. “You look like you’re doing great.”

I murmur my thanks to him as he turns his attention back to Cora, getting a full report, and I shift my gaze to Roger, who stands awkwardly across the room.

“Roger,” I say, putting my hand out to him, inviting him closer.

“Hello, Ella!” he calls, awkward. “Happy…happy birth. Or whatever.”

Sinclair starts to laugh quietly. “Come over, Roger,” he demands and Roger sighs, hanging his head and deliberately choosing not to look at me as he comes to stand with his brother. ” What,” Sinclair asks him as he arrives at his side. “More of a cigars in the waiting room kind of guy?”

“Yeah,” Roger agrees, giving his brother a little glare. “I’d say that’s much more my vibe.”

him a tired

Ella,” Roger says, his voice kinder now as he meets my gaze.

soft surface of the mattress that makes it harder for her to see what’s really going on.

” You’ve moved quite quickly through this, Ella,” Hank informs me as the contraction ends and I pant, working to catch

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Cora rolls her eyes at him a little bit when he says this. I have no idea what that could mean is there trouble in paradise? – but honestly, any of my interest in that question is immediately

the contractions and then resting, as best I can, in the short spaces between them. I can feel my baby moving inside me, progressing

feels like an endless repetition of this pattern, Cora gives a little gasp. “Okay, he’s almost here!” she says, and the cheer in her voice is a balm to my agonized body. I look at her with hope in my eyes and she gives me a happy little nod. “One big push, sis, and his head will be born, and then it’s easy after that!”

me to, I push – absolutely as hard as I can, giving a guttural yell while I do in that

Cora says, smiling at me, “he’s here, Ella!

feel the contraction end, and I look to Cora for instructions. Instead of a happy smile, though, I see her exchange an odd little glance with Hank.

up and moaning at the pain that shoots

their work. Inaction and the passing of responsibility to another – no matter how much they outstrip him in their expertise

– but…” She and Hank hesitate and exchange glances again, then looking down

sister shakes her head at me, leaning forward

my eyes fixed on Sinclair. “Please,

see that her face is worried. “Ella, he didn’t make any

pushes. Which is sometimes a

some worry,” Hank continues, “that because he’s such a large baby, that he could be

horrified. Sinclair goes rigid next to

with large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia – we think his shoulder is trapped up behind your pelvis.”

horribly worried. “What do we

worried voice belies her words. “We’re trained