Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 283 – Zoom zoom

Sinclair

A crash sounds upstairs. The second one today. I groan and put my head in my hand, honestly not wanting to know.

“Dominic?” I hear my mate call, requesting my a*sistance. I press my eyes shut, ignoring her for just…just one minute. “Dominic!”

“Seriously,” Roger murmurs, looking towards the door. “What were you thinking, letting her put this insane plan into action?”

I drop my hand and glare at my brother. “Ask me that again when you’re mated,” I murmur, steeling myself as I head out of the room. Roger doesn’t say anything as I go, though I feel his eyes on me. I ignore it.

“Ella?” I call from the base of the stairs. The seat of her stairlift is at the top, so she must be up there.

“Dominic!” Her faint voice comes to me, sounding relieved. “Can you come help? I’m…stuck.” I sigh and pull myself up the stairs.

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Three days. Three days she’s had her wheelchairs and her stairlift, and while I’m pleased to see her spirits raised, it’s been a nightmare for me. Three days of watching her zoom around, crashing into every thing I own. I’ve already imagined six thousand ways this could go wrong – Ella sliding off of the stairlift and tumbling down the stairs, Ella somehow miraculously managing to run herself over with the chair, Ella crashing through the banister and flying through the air like Evil Knievel… 1

And you’d think that I was kidding, or exaggerating, but…

As I get to the top of the stairs, I turn to see her wedged, somehow, behind a potted fern in the

corner.

“How did you even…do this?” I ask, exasperated, as I walk over to her.

She gives me a bright, if embarra*sed, little smile. “I don’t know,” she shrugs. “I just…went forward, and it was there…”

I sigh again – my three hundredth sigh of the day and lift the plant, freeing her. She zooms backwards in the wheelchair, grinding potting soil from the plant into my carpet as she goes. I sigh again. Three hundred and one.

“What are you even do-” I start, but she’s off already, waving to me as she heads down the hall towards our bedroom.

“Things to do!” she calls, waving over her shoulder. “Go back to work, I’ll catch up with you later!”

I shake my head, following her into the bedroom, eager to put a stop to this. “Ella,” I demand, striding in after her. “This has to stop – I’m going insane with worry –”

“What!” she exclaims, appalled, turning her chair in a little half circle so that she’s facing me. Why are you worried?”

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I pause, staring at her, my mouth hanging open a little with my incredulity.

“What?” she demands, frowning her pouty little mouth at me. “Tell me!”

I shake my head. “Ella, in the past three days you’ve broken hundreds of dollars‘ worth of

ceramics alone –”

hand. “We can buy new pots who cares about

and she snaps her gaze up at me. I groan again and wipe a hand down my face, trying to figure out how to say this. “Sweetheart, you know I love

cocks her head to the side, narrowing her eyes at me, sensing a “but” coming. I oblige her. But,” I continue, “baby, you’re the..you’re the worst wheelchair driver I’ve ever seen. I seriously don’t even know how you ever got a driver’s license, you

”

“I am amazing at this! What

a hand on my heart. “Please, please believe me when I say this – and I love you – but you are

help but laugh with her. It’s so ridiculous. But I’m so grateful

jealous,” she a*serts, giving me a

mouth drops open and I don’t even know what to say. Jealousy… has

up. “If I were bad at this,

then in a quick circle that lifts one of the chair’s wheels off the ground. My stomach drops as I lurch forward, desperate to keep her from tipping over, but

as the chair rights itself, zooming out of my

do that!” I gasp,

chair can’t tip over, it’s built

”

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anyone can manage it,” I caution, “it’s you. Ella,

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shrugs. “So what? I’m fine.” She gives me a bright, happy smile, and I have to say it goes to my heart. It’s good to see her cheerful and engaged again. That’s why I let this go on as long

enough.

I could also feel her pride every morning when she sent

time on my work as I in good conscience could, and

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up with her, my troublesome little rose–gold

I stare at her now, as she smiles up at me. My sweet, clever girl. How do I do this? How do I help her find

her. “Enough chair for the day… my nerves are absolutely at

closer to her, intending to pick her up and

into her eyes.

the command board and zooming past me, right

of my grasp.

cry, growling as I turn to

to stop me,” she calls over her shoulder, “you’ll have to

little taunt. A growl grows inside

hallway and to the top of the stairs where she’s

herself on the stairlift, buckling

me coming for her Ella gives a little half scream, half cry of

stairlift frantically to make it go faster. Luckily, as it was built for

it has one speed: glacial. I

two steps down the

hard and beating her little fists playfully against me as I unbuckle her belt and

the corner of my eye I see Roger below, peaking out of the office and looking up at us like we’re crazy. But I ignore him, carrying my mate definitively into the bedroom and laying her down on the bed. When she’s settled I climb onto the bed as well, settling over her but holding myself up on my elbows and my knees, effectually using my body

chest and wiggling disconsolately into the blankets. “Not letting me have any

pouting up at me with those full lips, her full breasts heaving, her