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!”

cell phone in his back pocket as I lean back on into the pillows, taking deep breaths. “I can’t believe you’re

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questions. I hear him tapping on his phone and then he shifts. I watch

pillows from the other side of the bed, quickly taking the pillowcase between his

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in the movies. I’m

and wiping the sweat from my brow with the little square of

relax back as much as I can against the pillows, the next contraction not starting yet. “I feel… determined,” I say,

Sinclair says softly, taking my chin between the fingers of his big hand and gazing at me.

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in pain. I am strong. For him, and for Rafe, and yes – for myself – I can

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I say, pressing my eyes shut again, my hands moving

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

quickly this way, with long stretches of pain followed up by a few minutes of respite. Unfortunately, those minutes are coming closer and closer together. I’m moving through this birth process fast, and I don’t have any control over it. If I could wait, just hold him in while we wait

Rafe and my body have other

softly to me throughout the process, helping me get ready in the moments between contractions. He helps me change into a 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,

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

bursts open. Cora flies into the room, panting, a medical bag slung over 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 when she bursts

in her singular focus to be at

frustrated, as he puts out a hand to balance himself so that he doesn’t go sprawling

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sweeping

I fill her in on the timing of my contractions – three minutes apart now – and the aches and