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.”

I say to him, giving him a tired little

I want to meet the baby, Ella,” Roger says, his voice kinder now as he meets my gaze. “Just….when you’ve cleaned it up a bit. Gotten some of

makes it harder for her to see what’s really going on. Roger tries to muffle his groan as he

as the contraction ends and I pant, working to catch my breath. “This is rare,

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at him but note, interestingly, that Cora rolls her 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,

can, in the short spaces between them. I can feel

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. “One big push, sis, and his head will be born, and then it’s easy

contraction and, when it comes and Cora tells me to, I push – absolutely as

me, “he’s here, Ella! Just a couple more to bring forward

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

moaning at the pain that shoots through

do their work. Inaction and the

“it’s okay, Ella – he’s almost born – but…” She and Hank hesitate and exchange glances again, then looking

but

at me, leaning forward to press me

I beg, my eyes fixed on Sinclair. “Please, you have to tell

she sits back and I see that her face

past few pushes. Which is sometimes a

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

I gasp, suddenly horrified. Sinclair

experience this with large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia – we

gasp, confused, baffled, horribly worried. “What

Cora says, though her worried voice belies

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pulling upwards. “Come on, Ella, you need to change your position