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.”

him a tired little smile. “I want you to meet the

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

the lack of stirrups and the soft surface of the mattress that makes it harder for her to see what’s really going on.

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

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back 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, any of my

contractions and then resting, as best I can, in the short spaces between them. I can feel my

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. “One big push, sis, and his head will be born, and then

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

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

laying back and panting as I feel the contraction end, and I look to Cora for instructions.

I demand, working to sit up and moaning at the pain that shoots through my

suddenly tense next to me. I can tell by his voice that he’s working, so hard, to stay still and steady, to let the doctor’s do their work. Inaction and the pa*sing of responsibility to another – no matter how much they

She and Hank hesitate and exchange glances again, then looking down at the

but

her head at me, leaning forward

I beg, my eyes fixed on Sinclair. “Please,

and I see that her face

pushes. Which is

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

I gasp, suddenly horrified. Sinclair goes rigid

says hurriedly. “Lots of women experience this with large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia – we think his shoulder is trapped up behind

baffled, horribly worried. “What

though her worried voice belies her words.

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Ella, you need to change your position before the next contraction comes – I’m