Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 290 – Contractions

Ella

Slowly, I breathe through my contractions, taking deep breaths in through my nose and huffing them out of my mouth. The pain is…well, I suppose I can’t say like anything I’ve felt before, can I? Not after all I’ve been through in the past five months. But it’s incredible, the way it radiates through my body, making me grit my teeth against it.

I can feel my body moving, changing along with the contractions. The pain in my pelvis, particularly, is insane, as the bones shift to make room for the baby to pa*s through. My eyes flash open during one particularly difficult contraction and I hear myself cry out against the pain. God, I would have thought that being a wolf made this easier – wolves seem to have a whole litter of pups without much trouble, by themselves out in the woods.

Pa*singly, I consider shifting into my wolf form to ease this

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But then, suddenly, Sinclair bursts into my room, dashing for me.

“What,” he gasps, almost skidding to the side, looking me all over for what is wrong. “What is it, Ella – I heard you scream –”

“No,” I say, gasping a little as the contraction starts to come to its end. “No, it’s just the contraction – god, Dominic, these suck – ”

He shakes his head, still panicked, trying to put it all together as he kneels by the side of the bed and takes my hand. “Cora is coming, she’s close,” he murmurs. “She’ll be allowed in.”

“And Hank?” I ask, looking at my mate. “And Roger?”

“Roger?” Sinclair asks, confused.

“Yes, Dominic! Roger! I want him here as well!”

“Why?” Sinclair’s eyes are wide with wonder now.

“Because!” I smack his shoulder, frowning at him. “He’s the child’s uncle! And his godfather! He should be here! I can’t believe you didn’t call him!”

the pillows, taking deep breaths. “I can’t believe you’re thinking about

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as I can make it for Rafe!” I snap, determined. “And if I have to give birth in a war zone with no epidural, then Roger can damn well get

says softly, giving in without any further questions. I hear him tapping on his phone and then he shifts. I watch him stand, leaning over

from the other side of the bed, quickly taking the pillowcase between his two hands and ripping off a

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do the linens thing and boil water that’s just in the movies. I’m sure Cora will bring something else to sterilize

and wiping the sweat from my brow with the little square of pillowcase folded in his hand. “How are you,

starting yet. “I feel… determined,” I say, gazing up at him.

my chin between the fingers of

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myself to believe it too – that I’m strong even though I’m scared and in pain. I am strong. For him, and for Rafe, and yes

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eyes shut again, my hands moving low on my stomach.

on his knees by my side again, steady and tense. Then, as I start to breathe in that special way Cora made

by a few minutes of respite. Unfortunately, those minutes are coming closer and closer together. I’m moving

seems like Rafe and my body

cotton nightgown instead of the travel clothes I was wearing on the way here. He brings me two cool cups of water, one for drinking,

something horrible in not getting me to the hospital. I hold his gaze steadily whenever I can, letting him know, silently, that we’re all going to be all right. We’re going to

her shoulder. I almost spill the gla*s of tap water Sinclair just handed me all over myself as I give a little shriek of surprise

her singular focus to be at my side, to

out a hand to balance himself so that he doesn’t

enture

murmurs, her eyes sweeping over me. “Tell

“He’s low…” she murmurs as I fill her in on the timing of my contractions