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 smile. “I want

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

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

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

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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 interest in

a few rounds, of me huffing and pushing with all of my might during the contractions and then resting, as best I can, in the short spaces between them. I can feel my baby moving inside me, progressing along. It’s hard, agonizing work, but my

pattern, Cora 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

next contraction and, when it comes and Cora tells me to, I

here, Ella! Just a

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

at the pain that shoots through

something wrong?” Sinclair asks, 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

born – but…” She and Hank hesitate and exchange glances again, then looking

but

me, leaning forward to press

on Sinclair. “Please, you have

back and I see that her face is worried. “Ella, he

pushes. Which

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

horrified. Sinclair goes rigid next to

large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia – we think his shoulder is trapped up

gasp, confused, baffled, horribly worried. “What do we

though her worried voice belies

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“Come on, Ella, you need to change your position before the next contraction comes – I’m going to move you on your side to shift your pelvis, and then