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.

hair. “This is the start of a whole new era.

I say, turning my head to grin up at my mate, eager. “I’m ready for it. I’ve

Cora

the palace but I also feel oddly…complete. It’s more than the general happiness I feel after one of my patients safely delivers a healthy child. Of course, that’s normal, I think, considering that it’s my sister.

More than just a job well done. I reflect, suddenly, that maybe it’s the knowledge

eye contact with one of the guards standing at the bottom of the steps, wanting to make sure that it’s safe to leave, and begin to take

without turning who it belongs to. I turn, meeting

me, his hands sunk deep in his pockets.” Well, that’s not

me. Close enough that I can almost feel his words as breath on my cheek, as well as hear them. “But only one of us is the daughter of a deity.

my feet. “Well,” I say, a little awkward. I haven’t talked to Roger in weeks, let alone this casually. “I suppose

I see his hand reaching for mine.

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

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 home

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

his voice full of regret.

“What, Roger! I don’t need you to protect me! I

don’t need help getting home? Or you don’t need me?”

head at him. “Seriously? Now? You want to

he asks, his voice angry now.

back at him, but he’s too quick for

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

the great barrier? Have

this conversation over a phone, Cora?” Roger asks, closing the distance between us, his voice hurt now as well as mad. “That’s all you think

grit my teeth and turn then, heading back down the