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

questioning is at an end. I sigh, nodding, as

he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look forward to seeing you

Hank leaves the room, my eyes

slowly, admonishing. I look

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

eyes go up in surprise as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s page about

bristling that he didn’t

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

onto the pillows. “If they’re all too stupid enough to

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

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

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

the activities of the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead when Rafe’s final set of tests came back clean and we happily headed

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

raised in interest 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 set neatly around a fluffy teddy bear. “This one’s from James and

reaching for it, my eyes suddenly filled with sharp tears. “Oh, I 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 – I haven’t even kept up with everyone as well as I should

I towards the stairs. “We’re way too

I cry, looking over my shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand

be there in the morning,” Sinclair says,

sigh, nodding to 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

my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there

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

rests his head 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 him – against the warm, steady bulk of him, grateful – again – to have a mate who understands me

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