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.”

a tired

meet the baby, Ella,” Roger says, his voice kinder now as he meets my gaze. “Just….when you’ve cleaned it up a bit. Gotten some of the goop

one, cursing a little at the lack of stirrups and the soft surface of the mattress that makes it harder for her to see what’s really going on. Roger tries to muffle his groan as he turns away, which perversely makes

moved quite quickly through this, Ella,” Hank informs me as the contraction ends and I pant, working to catch my breath. “This is

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he says this. I have no idea what that could mean is there trouble

best I can, in the short spaces between them. I can feel my baby moving inside

my agonized body. I look at her with hope in my eyes and she gives me a happy little

tells me to, I push – absolutely as hard as I can, giving a guttural

his little head!” Cora says, smiling at me, “he’s here, Ella! Just a couple more to

end, and I look to Cora for

sit up and moaning at the pain that shoots through

and steady, to let the doctor’s do their work. Inaction and the passing of responsibility to another – no matter how much they outstrip him in their expertise – has never

hesitates, “it’s okay, Ella – he’s almost born – but…” She and Hank hesitate and exchange

her head at me, leaning forward to press

I beg, my eyes fixed on Sinclair. “Please,

I see that her face is worried. “Ella,

past few pushes. Which is sometimes a sign that…”

continues, “that because he’s such a large baby, that he could

I gasp, suddenly horrified. Sinclair goes rigid

Hank says hurriedly. “Lots of women experience this with large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia – we think his

gasp, confused, baffled, horribly worried.

voice belies her words. “We’re