Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 295 – Godparents

Ella

“And I am leaving immediately,” Roger adds in, making us all laugh. “Seriously,” he says, “I’m useless until the kid is old enough to throw a ball. Then, it’s all Uncle Roger.” (2

I smile at him, pleased, and take his hand to squeeze it, letting him know how glad I am that he came. His eyes soften as he looks at me, and I know he feels the same.

“All right,” I say, sighing and climbing into the bed. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Then, everyone goes to their work, Roger and Hank leaving the room and Cora sitting next to me to help me through the first steps of breastfeeding. Sinclair sits close by, clearly interested, but not interfering as Cora shows me how to help the baby latch. I feel a whole new rush of emotion as I feel him begin to suck, as I feel the milk start to flow and feed my baby.

“There,” Cora says softly, and I look at her with tears in my eyes. “See? You’re a natural.”

“Where should he sleep?” I ask, looking around, suddenly desperate. We don’t have a basinet, of course.

Cora just shrugs. “You’ll figure it out. Use your mom instincts. People were having babies for thousands of years before hospitals came to answer these questions for them about how to have their first night.” She grins a little wickedly at Sinclair and me. “I don’t think you two are going to get much sleep anyway, but…you’ll figure it out.”

I laugh a little and return my gaze to my baby, whose eyes are closed as I hold him warm against my chest. “That’s right, baby,” I whisper. “We’re going to figure it out.”

“Okay,” my sister says, standing and giving me a kiss on the forehead. “You’re a marvel, Ella,” she whispers. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll see you at the hospital tomorrow.”

I nod, but don’t look at her, instead staring at my son. My new baby, this much- and long–desired

child who is finally, finally here.

I feel the weight of Sinclair’s body on the bed next to me as the door clicks shut behind Cora, but I don’t take my eyes away from Rafe as Sinclair wraps his arms around me.

is the start of a whole new era. Are you ready for

grin up at my mate, eager. “I’m ready for

Cora

happiness I feel after one of my patients safely delivers a healthy

the knowledge that I have a new little nephew now,

it’s safe to leave, and begin to take a step when he waves me

I know without turning who it belongs to. I turn, meeting Roger’s eyes. “I hear we’re going to be godparents

ask, watching him as he walks slowly over to me, his hands sunk deep in his pockets.” Well, that’s not much of a surprise.

as breath on my cheek, as well as hear them. “But only one of us is the daughter

“Well,” I say, a little awkward. I haven’t talked to Roger in weeks, let alone this casually. “I suppose that’s up for debate, considering I’m a human amongst the wolves.”

his hand reaching for mine. I flinch away.

ask, suddenly mad. “What are you even doing here? Weren’t you so

pulls his hand back, perhaps wanting to pretend like he never reached but for mine. He gives a casual little shrug, looking out at the newly–quiet city. “The troops quelled the riots, but that doesn’t mean that everyone went home and no one’s lurking in the dark wanting to make mischief.” He looks at me then, pausing before he continues. “I wanted to make sure you got

snap, turning away from him and heading down the steps to where my car is parked. “Thanks for the thought, but I’m

he calls after me, his voice full of regret.

turning to glare at him. “What, Roger! I don’t need you to protect me!

need what?” he asks, challenging me. “You don’t need help getting home? Or you

“Seriously? Now? You want to dig into this now, after months of

voice angry now. “The absolute nothing that is us?”

his words back at him, but he’s too

wanted to,” Roger pushes, “how could I? You’re always with him.”

ask, sarcastic, my eyes going wide. “Is that the great barrier? Have you never

closing the distance between us, his voice hurt

nothing that is us. There’s nothing to say.” I grit my teeth and turn then, heading back down the stairs, fast and mad, wanting to