Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 294 – First Night

Ella

As they close the door 1 look up at Sinclair and smile. I don’t have any words, but the expression on his face lets me know that he feels exactly the same. Warm, and happy, and a little panicked that we now have to take care of this little person, but thrilled.

Absolutely thrilled to be here, with him.

“You were magnificent, Ella,” Sinclair murmurs, tilting my chin up with his finger as he climbs into the bed with me, ignoring the fact that it’s kind of…well. That these sheets will have to be destroyed, to say the least. But Sinclair, I know, doesn’t care. He just wants to be near me, near us.

“He’s magnificent,” I say, turning my attention to my baby and leaning forward to press a kiss to his head. I laugh when I see him squirm. “God, I didn’t know he’d be so mad. What an angry little guy!” I say, running a finger down his perfectly–soft little cheek as he mews and gives little cries.

“Go easy on him,” Sinclair remarks, a little bit of a joke in his voice. It does me good to hear it. “He’s had a hard day.”

“You had a hard day,” I say to the baby, rolling my eyes at him. “Kid, don’t forget who you’re talking to here.”

Sinclair laughs lightly and kisses my head, beaming down at our child.

A sudden impulse overtakes me then, and I follow it without really thinking very hard. “Here,” I say, quickly handing Sinclair the baby and sitting up straight. He frowns at me, confused, as I pull my ruined white nightgown over my head and toss it to the floor. Then, naked, I reach for the baby again.

Sinclair nods in understanding, handing me the baby. I quickly unwrap him from his makeshift swaddling and press his warm little body against my chest, sighing in relief as I tuck his little

head beneath my chin. Then, I close my eyes, feeling relief flood me at the feeling of my little boy’s body again close to mine.

I feel Sinclair pull blankets up around us so that we’re both warm, and then he folds his arms

as well, making a neat little cocoon so that we can say

say his name to him, loving the feel of it on my tongue.

arms. I have

now, but my

good things I’ve wanted for a long, long time.

and mostly silent – for I don’t know how long. But a great peace fills me, and I can feel through our bond – that Rafe and

mostly. Rafe is still figuring it out and crying,

he knows he’s safe.

the door creek open and I look to it to see Cora

in?” she asks quietly. “Can I meet the

that we packed and brought with us. As Cora comes to the bed to take the baby, he hands her a little baby blanket with an R embroidered on it, and then he hands me a simple t–shirt so, you know, I’m not

out with my sister.

a little grin, thankful. He nods like it’s the least

with her nephew, cooing to him and admiring him, bouncing him a little

mouth to confirm her observations when the door opens again, Hank and Roger coming into the room. Hank strides over to us, confident, though Roger

down at me.

Hank!” I reply,

“If so, Cora and I can strip these sheets, see what

that this is probably good advice, I start to sit up, but then

minutes, Ella,” Cora

some blankets around my waist as I stand and grab the overnight hospital bag, feeling oddly demure about my naked body. I laugh at the ridiculousness of