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.

his eyes flicking between Sinclair and I

at an end.

letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll

as Hank leaves the room, my eyes on

I look

She’s not with Roger because she thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page with her

in surprise as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s

still bristling that he didn’t let me get information that

“Actually, I don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a conversation between Cora and Roger. Or Cora

onto the pillows. “If they’re all too stupid enough to not talk to each other about it, then

leaning back on

at my baby. Then, I kiss him on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper to him. “I’ll teach you my

bother to counter me. He

activities of the day. But Cora finally gave us the

the variety of gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward

a few of them. “ They look to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled with hand–drawn cards set neatly around a fluffy

them…” I bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the

moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired

guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my back.

there in the morning,” Sinclair says, steady, yawning. “Now?

sigh, nodding to his wisdom and allowing myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our

between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there for me. “What

say, my voice trembling a little, looking between him and the baby. “Just…we’re bringing him home for the first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little bed. It’s just…” I shrug, not really knowing how to put all of my

my soul as much as mind as he confirms this. I know, he says, simply. And so I rest my body against him – against

this is all a dream to me. And that every moment of it – even