Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 293 – First Night

Ella

As they close the door 1 look up at Sinclair and smile. I don’t have any words, but the expression on his face lets me know that he feels exactly the same. Warm, and happy, and a little panicked that we now have to take care of this little person, but thrilled.

Absolutely thrilled to be here, with him.

“You were magnificent, Ella,” Sinclair murmurs, tilting my chin up with his finger as he climbs into the bed with me, ignoring the fact that it’s kind of…well. That these sheets will have to be destroyed, to say the least. But Sinclair, I know, doesn’t care. He just wants to be near me, near us.

“He’s magnificent,” I say, turning my attention to my baby and leaning forward to press a kiss to his head. I laugh when I see him squirm. “God, I didn’t know he’d be so mad. What an angry little guy!” I say, running a finger down his perfectly–soft little cheek as he mews and gives little cries.

“Go easy on him,” Sinclair remarks, a little bit of a joke in his voice. It does me good to hear it. “He’s had a hard day.”

“You had a hard day,” I say to the baby, rolling my eyes at him. “Kid, don’t forget who you’re talking to here.”

Sinclair laughs lightly and kisses my head, beaming down at our child.

A sudden impulse overtakes me then, and I follow it without really thinking very hard. “Here,” I say, quickly handing Sinclair the baby and sitting up straight. He frowns at me, confused, as I pull my ruined white nightgown over my head and toss it to the floor. Then, naked, I reach for the baby

again.

Sinclair nods in understanding, handing me the baby. I quickly unwrap him from his makeshift swaddling and press his warm little body against my chest, sighing in relief as I tuck his little

head beneath my chin. Then, I close my eyes, feeling relief flood me at the feeling of my little boy’s body again close to mine.

blankets up around us so that we’re

neat little cocoon so that

say his name to him, loving the

my arms. I have been waiting…a long time

seep down my cheeks again now,

good things I’ve wanted

silent – for I don’t know how long. But a great peace fills me, and I can feel through our bond – that Rafe and Sinclair feel

crying, like babies do. But at the

feel that he

while later, I hear the door creek open and I look to it to see Cora

asks quietly. “Can I meet the

a little, beckoning her forward. “What do you mean – you met him first!” I call, smiling happily at her. Sinclair stands up, heading to the hospital bag that we packed and brought with us. As Cora comes to the bed to take the baby, he hands her

out

little grin, thankful. He

her nephew, cooing to

and Roger coming into the room. Hank strides over to us, confident, though Roger

beaming down

I reply,

so, Cora and I can

sit up, but then I look at

few more minutes, Ella,” Cora smiles at me. “Take a moment for

lower half of my body. Still, I wrap some blankets around my waist as I stand and grab the overnight hospital bag, feeling oddly demure about my naked body. I laugh at the ridiculousness of it, considering what these people have seen in the past few hours,

to question any of it.