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

his eyes flicking between Sinclair and I

my questioning is at an end. I sigh, nodding, as Sinclair

letting Sinclair know he’s free

Hank leaves the room, my eyes

slowly, admonishing. I look into his eyes,

Sinclair. She’s not with Roger because she thinks he wants children they can’t have.

information. “And what’s Cora’s page about kids?” he asks. “Does she

didn’t

wanted.

don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a conversation between Cora and Roger. Or Cora and

stupid enough to not talk to each other about it,

is as trouble does,” Sinclair sighs, leaning back on the chair.

murmur in response, smiling down at my baby. Then, I kiss him on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper

to counter me. He knows it would be

we finally get home, all three of us exhausted by the activities of the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead

of gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them all. Then I look up at my mate. “Did you do all this?”

checks some tags on a few of them. “ They look to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He

I miss them…” I bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve been so distracted – I haven’t even kept up

and moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this

as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my back. “Rafe’s first teddy – we have to

in the morning,” Sinclair says,

be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom,

mate.

but wanting to be there for me. “What

the baby. “Just…we’re bringing him home for the first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little bed. It’s just…” I shrug, not really knowing how to put all

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.