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 both warm, and then he

cocoon so that we can

as I say his name to him, loving the feel of it on my

you. Hold you in my arms. I have been waiting…a long time

again now, but my

I’ve wanted for

and mostly silent – for I don’t know how long. But a great peace fills me, and I can feel through

crying, like babies do. But

that he

later, I hear the door creek open and I

asks quietly. “Can I meet the baby?”

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

I’m hanging out

He nods like it’s the least he

over my head I watch my sister with her nephew, cooing to him and admiring

mouth to confirm her observations when the door opens again, Hank and Roger coming into the room. Hank strides over to us, confident,

beaming down at

I reply, smiling

“If so, Cora and I can strip these sheets, see what we can do about the mattress before you get

that this is probably good advice, I start to sit up, but then I look at the baby again.” Shouldn’t I

can wait a few more minutes, Ella,” Cora smiles

stand up, grateful to my mother’s gift which probably makes this more possible than it should be, even though I still feel a great deal of pain in the 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, but I just shrug and make my way to the bathroom anyway, the blankets following me like

question any of it.