Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 291 – Big Alpha Baby

Ella

I’m gripping my sister’s hand, gritting my teeth and groaning through the first of my pushes, when the door bangs open again. I don’t open my eyes – can’t look –

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Quite frankly, at this particular moment I don’t care who the hell it is if it’s Hank, or Roger, or insurgents coming to kill us – all I care about is the horrible, tearing pain within me as I work to bring my baby into the world.

I moan, throwing my head back against the pillows as I pant, feeling the pain subside a little

bit.

“How is she?” I hear Hank ask, and I open my eyes to see him there next to me. I try to give him a little smile, failing a bit. “Hello, Ella,” he says softly, his voice warmer than I’m used to. “You look like you’re doing great.”

I murmur my thanks to him as he turns his attention back to Cora, getting a full report, and I shift my gaze to Roger, who stands awkwardly across the room.

“Roger,” I say, putting my hand out to him, inviting him closer.

“Hello, Ella!” he calls, awkward. “Happy…happy birth. Or whatever.”

Sinclair starts to laugh quietly. “Come over, Roger,” he demands and Roger sighs, hanging his head and deliberately choosing not to look at me as he comes to stand with his brother. ” What,” Sinclair asks him as he arrives at his side. “More of a cigars in the waiting room kind of guy?”

“Yeah,” Roger agrees, giving his brother a little glare. “I’d say that’s much more my vibe.”

here,” I say to him, giving him a tired little

now as he meets my gaze. “Just….when you’ve cleaned it up a bit.

pain start to return. Cora climbs up onto the bed for this one, cursing a little at the lack of stirrups and the soft surface of the mattress that makes it harder for her to see what’s really going on. Roger tries to muffle his groan as he turns away, which perversely makes me

moved quite quickly through this, Ella,” Hank informs me as the contraction ends and I pant, working to catch my breath. “This is rare, even for a wolf birth.

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what that could mean is there trouble in paradise? – but honestly, any of my interest in that question is immediately wiped out when the pain comes

in the short spaces between them. I can feel my baby moving inside me, progressing along.

gives a little gasp. “Okay, he’s almost here!” she says, and the cheer in her voice is a balm to my agonized body. I look at her with hope in my eyes and she gives me a happy little nod.

excitedly at Sinclair, happy despite the pain ravaging my body. I wait for the next contraction and, when it comes and Cora tells me to,

little head!” Cora says, smiling at me, “he’s here, Ella! Just a couple more to bring forward his body

push. I gasp, laying back and panting as I feel the contraction end, and I look to Cora for instructions. Instead of a happy smile, though, I see her exchange an odd little

demand, working to sit up and moaning at the pain that shoots through my back.” What’s wrong? Where’s my

steady, to let the doctor’s do their work. Inaction and the pa*sing of responsibility to another – no matter how much they outstrip him in

– but…” She and Hank hesitate and exchange glances again, then looking down at the baby. I struggle

but

sister shakes her head at me, leaning forward to

fixed on Sinclair. “Please, you have to

I see that her

pushes. Which is sometimes a

is some worry,” Hank continues, “that because he’s such a large baby, that he could be

suddenly horrified. Sinclair

It’s called shoulder dystocia – we think his shoulder is trapped up behind your

horribly worried. “What do we

worried voice belies

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sister moves across the bed until she’s next to my head. She puts a steady hand under my shoulder, pulling upwards. “Come on, Ella, you need to change your position before the next