Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 298 Home with Baby Ella

I hear Sinclair sigh heavily next to me, murmuring “Ella…”

But I ignore him, my eyes fasted on Hank, who blushes a deep red at the door and looks down at his shoes. I don’t say a word, though, or make this any easier on him. Instead, I wait patiently for an answer.

“Cora is,” he murmurs, awkward, “very special to me…

“I would imagine so,” I reply, my voice harder than I think I expected it to be. “She’s a very special person.”

Hank sighs and raises his eyes seriously to mine. I hold his gaze steadily.

“I’m very serious about Cora,” he says evenly. “I want to build a life with her. But we are moving…slowly. We both want to make sure that this is right.”

My heart warms when I hear him say that he wants to build a life with her, but still – what does that mean? I hold my baby closer to me and shift in my seat.

“And do you want to have childre-”

“Ella!” Sinclair bursts in, his voice angry, a hand on my arm.

“What!” I cry, turning to him with a frown. “It’s a legitimate question!”

“It’s none of your business!” He hisses back to me, his eyes wide and appalled.

–

my sister’s business is

My frown deepens as I open my mouth to object to my mate business, after all – but Hank clears his throat, bringing my attention back to him.

else,” he says, his eyes flicking between Sinclair and I

an end. I sigh,

he says with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look

leaves the room, my eyes on

admonishing. I look

because she thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page

go up in surprise as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s page about kids?” he asks.

Roger?” I ask, still bristling that he didn’t let me get information that I very much

don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either

all too stupid enough to not talk to

does,” Sinclair sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t have expected

his little head.

huffs a little laugh in his chair, but doesn’t bother to counter me. He knows it would be a waste

day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead when Rafe’s final set

our home, I gasp a little when I see the variety of gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them all. Then I look up at

as he checks some tags on a few of them. “ They look to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled

bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve been so distracted –

the shoulders and moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if you get into all these

shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs,

morning,”

his wisdom and allowing myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill with tears again as I look up at

but wanting to be there for me. “What is it

time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little bed.

mind as he confirms this. I know, he says, simply. And so I rest my body against him – against the warm, steady bulk of him, grateful – again

a dream to me. And that every moment of it –