Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 297 – First Checkup

Ella

When we climb out of the ambulance, it seems like a whole team of doctors are waiting for us. I smile at them, a little anxious, as they come forward to escort us into the hospital and run us through our battery of checks. At my side I feel Sinclair shift into his Alpha protection mode, looking at everyone warily, glaring at anyone who comes even close to me and the baby.

I smirk when I notice it, glancing’up at his stern and dangerous expression, but I don’t dissuade him. Honestly, I kind of like it.

We are escorted quickly into a private room where Hank quickly consults with a panel of experts, clearly ordering a ton of tests. As he works, a smile breaks onto my face as I see Cora turn the corner.

“Cora!” I call, waving to her, Rafe fussing in my arms. Sinclair even glares at Cora as she approaches, though she gives him a curious little look that makes him check his expression.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “I’m feeling…protective.”

“Understandable,” she says, smiling and reaching for the baby. “Where is my little boy!”

“Heeere,” I sing, carefully handling over the little bundle to his auntie. We dressed him, before we left, in the little cream sleep sack that we had packed in the hospital bag.

“Cutieee,” Cora coos, holding the baby close and peering down at his little face. She beams at him for a moment before looking up at me. “First night go okay?”

I tell her the details of our first night while Sinclair stands firmly at my side, letting me communicate everything. As I speak, Hank and his team begin to break up, preparing the various checks and treatments that I’ll be receiving today. Then, he comes over to us.

hers are going to make sure that Rafe is in top shape. It’s going to take awhile but,” he glances up at Sinclair

Sinclair growls, crossing his arms over

I murmur, giving him a little smile. He sighs and nods, making me laugh. I can tell that he’s on edge, fighting his new dad

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between us. “You’re in good hands.” Then, he nods at Cora, pausing a moment to place a warm hand on her back between her shoulder blades. I blink, a little surprised, when she simply

there might be discord in

at least, knows that I’m lying to myself. But I give her a little nudge in return

the hospital yesterday and today, apparently to be monitored and to give me some time to rest, but I find

no such qualms about the baby being out of the room, and snores lightly

the door opens and Dr. Hank comes back into the room. “Sorry,” he says, giving me a little grimace. “I didn’t

ears as I hear Sinclair stop snoring next to me and sit up in

too,” Hank murmurs, coming close to the bed. “It’s very interesting – studies have shown that wolf mothers do indeed sleep better if they have physical contact with their child.”

idea, turning to Sinclair to see what he thinks, but he just blinks blearily at me.” Ella,” he

murmurs something about us being wolves, not birds, but I ignore him, turning my attention back to Hank. So, am I okay? Can I

the doctor reports there, and then nods happily to me. “I’m happy to report that you’re doing beautifully, Ella. Strikingly healthy – perhaps more than can be expected, after a traumatic birth experience. But perhaps that can be attributed to…your gift? Or however

nod, understanding and accepting the mystery for what it

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all mothers had access to such a gift,” Hank says, smiling at me warmly. “That would be quite a boon,