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.”

giving him a tired little

course I want to meet the baby, Ella,” Roger says, his voice kinder now as he meets my

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 want to laugh in one of the more

quickly through this, Ella,” Hank informs me as the contraction ends and I pant, working to

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this. I have no idea what that could mean is there trouble in paradise? – but honestly, any of my interest in that question is immediately wiped out

can feel my baby moving inside me, progressing along. It’s hard, agonizing work,

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,

next contraction and, when it comes and Cora tells me to, I push – absolutely as hard as I can, giving a guttural yell while I do in that I hope will help me

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

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

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

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

he’s almost born – but…” She and Hank hesitate and exchange glances again, then looking down at

but

leaning forward

fixed on

sighs as she sits back and I see that her face is worried. “Ella, he didn’t

in the past few pushes. Which is sometimes a sign

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

suddenly horrified. Sinclair goes rigid next to

babies. It’s

baffled, horribly worried. “What

though her worried voice belies her words. “We’re trained for

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puts a steady hand under my shoulder, pulling upwards. “Come on, Ella, you need to change your position before the next contraction comes – I’m going to move you on