Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 285 – Spicy Foods, Caster Oil, and…

“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head quickly and realizing her mistake. “I’m so sorry, Ella – I didn’t mean to scare you – he’s just…” she turns again to the monitor, shaking her head at what she sees.

“Cora!” I shout, sitting up fast and grabbing her by the shoulder. “Tell me! Now!”

Sinclair is at my side instantly, a warm hand on my back as he peers down at the monitor. Hank likewise turns his head to the screen, curious.

“The baby is just huge,” Cora breathes, in awe. “If these measurements are right…” she shakes her head, looking up at Hank. “I mean, are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

Hank leans forward, considering, and then his eyes likewise go wide. He stands up and leans back, crossing his arms. “She’s right. That is a big baby.”

My breath starts to come short as I look frantically between the screen, my doctors, and my mate before finally settling on my stomach. Oh my god. Is he really huge? Was my idea that he was as big as a watermelon actually true? Is he so big that he’s going to be too large to come out, and so he’ll have to just stay in there until I explode –

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“Don’t freak out, Ella,” Hank says, drawing my eyes up to his calm face. “It’s nothing drastic yet. Just…a big baby.”

“That’s a little bit of an understatement, Hank,” Cora says, glancing up at him. “Only a man would, say that a twelve pound baby, not even at full term, is nothing drastic

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“I’m just saying,” Hank interrupts smoothly, professionally, keeping his eyes on me, “that the baby’s size is at this point no risk to himself or to you – which is really the important thing. Many women – even petite women, like yourself – have delivered twelve pound babies before.”

glaring down at my stomach. “But I’m sure they

though,” Sinclair says, and I look up to see a worried frown on his face as he looks between Cora and Hank. “If the baby is twelve pounds now, in a month he’ll

unhelpfully, still staring at the screen and moving the wand around on my belly, a*sessing Rafe’s condition. I give

bite my lip, worried. “Seriously, if he continues to grow at this rate,” I fret, looking between my doctors, “what does that mean

me seriously. “If the baby gets too large to deliver naturally, we’ll consider a cesarian. But I think everyone in

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guys, I think this muffin is baked. When I look at that screen, everything I see suggests a full-term baby ready to go. I am not as familiar with wolf deliveries as I’d like to be, but if you were a human woman I’d say that you were nine months pregnant and ready to

moment.”

on wolf pregnancies

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we have every reason to expect that it will be a healthy delivery.” He gives us a wide smile and Cora joins

at the anticipation that I could meet my baby soon and that this pregnancy could be done. “Really,”

nods happily. “You’ve done beautifully, Ella – your bed rest these past months has really allowed your body to heal and Rafe to grow. I’d say you’re just about as strong as any

broad hand on my cheek, bringing his face down to mine and placing a swift

to tuck my hair

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tears at my sudden happiness, my love for my mate, my

entire pregnancy has been so full of anxiety – to be able to come into the final

a blessing. And I don’t know what I’ve done to earn it.

hand and beaming at me. I give her hand a squeeze in return and use my other hand to wipe the tears from my eyes as Sinclair straightens up next

hand still confidently

my relief. “Thank both of you, so much, for your care. We couldn’t have