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

an end. I sigh, nodding,

letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look forward to seeing

the room, my

I look into

he wants children they can’t have. If Hank

as he processes this information. “And what’s

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

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

enough to not talk to

as trouble does,” Sinclair sighs, leaning back on the

at my baby. Then, I kiss him on his little head.

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

activities of the day. But Cora

cross the threshold into 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 my mate. “Did

presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled with hand–drawn cards set

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

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

guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my

will be there in the morning,” Sinclair says,

myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill with tears again

exhausted but wanting to be there for me. “What is it this time? What’s

I 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

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

understands, really, that this is all a dream to me. And that every moment of it – even one as simple as