Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 297 – Home with Baby

Ella

I hear Sinclair sigh heavily next to me, murmuring “Ella…”

But I ignore him, my eyes fasted on Hank, who blushes a deep red at the door and looks down at his shoes. I don’t say a word, though, or make this any easier on him. Instead, I wait patiently for an answer.

“Cora is,” he murmurs, awkward, “very special to me…

“I would imagine so,” I reply, my voice harder than I think I expected it to be. “She’s a very special person.”

Hank sighs and raises his eyes seriously to mine. I hold his gaze steadily.

“I’m very serious about Cora,” he says evenly. “I want to build a life with her. But we are moving…slowly. We both want to make sure that this is right.”

My heart warms when I hear him say that he wants to build a life with her, but still – what does that mean? I hold my baby closer to me and shift in my seat.

“And do you want to have childre-”

“Ella!” Sinclair bursts in, his voice angry, a hand on my arm.

“What!” I cry, turning to him with a frown. “It’s a legitimate question!”

“It’s none of your business!” He hisses back to me, his eyes wide and appalled.

–

my sister’s business is

My frown deepens as I open my mouth to object to my mate business, after all – but Hank clears his throat, bringing my attention back to him.

my

else,” he says, his eyes

at an end. I

doctor,” he says with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look forward to

leaves the room, my eyes on my

I

need to know, Sinclair. She’s not with Roger because she thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page with her

in surprise as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s page about kids?” he asks. “Does she want

ask, still bristling that he didn’t let me get information that I very

wanted.

space and considering it. “Actually, I don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a

too stupid enough to not talk to each other about it, then I am going to talk about

leaning back on the chair. “I guess I

his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper to him. “I’ll teach

huffs a little laugh in his chair, but doesn’t bother to counter me. He knows it would be a waste

the activities of the day. But Cora finally

flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to

to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled with hand–drawn cards set neatly around a fluffy

the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve been

the stairs. “We’re way too tired for

up the stairs, a steady hand on

be there in the morning,” Sinclair says,

upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom,

mate.

fingers, exhausted but wanting to be

my voice trembling a little, looking between him and the baby. “Just…we’re bringing him home for the first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own

rests his head against mine, speaking to my soul as much as mind as he confirms this. I know, he says, simply. And so I rest my body against him – against the warm, steady bulk of him, grateful – again – to have a mate who understands me so completely. Who doesn’t think I’m crazy or