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.”

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

voice kinder now as he meets my gaze. “Just….when you’ve cleaned it

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

at my side, Sinclair solid a solid force next to my head. ” You’ve moved quite quickly through this, Ella,” Hank informs me as the contraction ends and I pant, working to catch my breath. “This is

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eyes at him a little bit when he says this. I have no idea what that could mean is there trouble in paradise? – but honestly, any of

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

cheer in her voice is a balm to my agonized body. I look at her with hope

my body. I wait for the next contraction and, when it comes and Cora tells me to, I push – absolutely as hard as I can, giving a

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

the contraction end, and I look to Cora

and moaning at the pain that shoots through my back.”

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

exchange glances again,

but

leaning forward to press me back to

fixed on Sinclair. “Please,

I see that her face is worried. “Ella, he didn’t make

in the past few pushes. Which

Hank continues, “that because he’s such a large baby, that he could

Sinclair

women experience this with large babies. It’s called

I gasp, confused, baffled, horribly

her worried voice belies her

((

Ella, you need to change your position before the