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.

there’s nothing else,” he says, his eyes flicking between Sinclair and I now,

an end. I

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

the

slowly, admonishing. I look into

with Roger because she thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page with her about kids, then what’s the

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

ask, still bristling that he didn’t let me get

don’t know…” He brings his eyes back

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

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

little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper

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

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 set

and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them all. Then I look up at my mate. “Did you

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 teddy bear.

sharp tears. “Oh, I miss them…” I bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room

by the shoulders and moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if

me up the stairs, a steady hand on my

morning,” Sinclair says, steady, yawning.

the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill with tears again as I look

he murmurs, taking my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there for me. “What

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 emotions into words. “It’s

against mine, speaking to my soul as much as mind as he confirms this. I know, he says, simply. And so I rest my body against

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