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.

eyes flicking between Sinclair and I now,

at an end. I sigh, nodding, as

doctor,” he says with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look forward to seeing

leaves the room, my eyes

slowly, admonishing. I look into his eyes, still

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

as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s page about kids?” he asks. “Does she want

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

brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a conversation

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

on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t have expected any

straight,” I murmur in response, smiling down at my baby. Then, I kiss him on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper to him. “I’ll teach you my troublesome ways. And then we’ll torture

chair, but doesn’t bother to counter me. He knows it

fallen by the time we finally get home, all three of us exhausted by the activities of the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead when Rafe’s final

waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them all. Then

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 with hand–drawn cards

the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve been so distracted – I haven’t even kept up with

baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if you get into all these cards now, you’ll cry yourself to

it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my back. “Rafe’s first teddy – we have

in the morning,” Sinclair says, steady, yawning.

When we reach the door

wanting to be there for me.

bringing him home for the first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little

body against him – against the warm, steady bulk of him, grateful – again – to have a mate who understands me so completely. Who

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