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!”

as I lean back on into the pillows, taking deep breaths. “I can’t believe you’re thinking about propriety while

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I snap, determined. “And if I have to give birth in a war zone with no epidural, then Roger can damn well get out of bed and come over

on his phone and then he

from the other side of the bed, quickly

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to do the linens thing and boil water that’s just in

that,” he murmurs, leaning down and wiping the sweat from my brow with the little square of pillowcase folded in his hand. “How are you, love? How do

next contraction not starting yet. “I feel… determined,” I say, gazing up at him. “Rafe is ready. He told

girl,” Sinclair says softly, taking my chin between the fingers of

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scared and in pain. I am strong. For him, and for Rafe, and yes

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shut again, my hands moving low on my stomach. “Here comes another

Then, as I start to breathe in that special way Cora made me practice, he breathes along with me. He’s there with me,

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

it seems like Rafe and

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

can see on his face the worry and guilt that he’s done something horrible in not getting me to the hospital. I hold his gaze steadily whenever I can, letting him know, silently,

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

almost bowling Sinclair over in her singular focus to be at my side, to look me over and

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

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love,” she murmurs, her eyes sweeping over

a hand on my stomach, feeling for the baby. “He’s low…” she murmurs as I fill her in on the timing of my contractions – three minutes apart now – and the