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.

sighs, pressing a kiss to my hair. “This is the start of a whole

say, turning my head to grin up at my mate, eager.

Cora

doors of 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

something…else in the air. More than just a job well done. I reflect, suddenly, that maybe it’s the knowledge that I have a new little nephew now, to raise and to help discover the

that it’s safe to leave, and begin to take a step

turning who it belongs to. I turn, meeting Roger’s

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

feel his words as breath on my cheek, as well as hear them. “But only one

the little laugh that spills out of me at that, and I look down at my feet. “Well,” I say, a little awkward. I haven’t talked to

hesitating, and I see his hand reaching for

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

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

from him and heading down the steps to where my

me, his voice

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

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

shaking my head at him. “Seriously? Now? You want to dig into this now, after months

voice angry now. “The absolute

throw his words back at him, but he’s

Roger pushes, “how could I? You’re always with

going wide. “Is that the great barrier? Have you never heard of this thing called a

over a phone, Cora?” Roger asks, closing the distance between us, his

the 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