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

at an end. I

Sinclair know he’s free from my

scowl as Hank leaves the room, my

I look into his eyes, still

he wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page with

in surprise as he processes this information. “And what’s

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

wanted.

eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a conversation between Cora and Roger. Or Cora and

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

Sinclair sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t

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

laugh in his chair, but doesn’t bother to counter me. He

by the time we finally get home, all three of us exhausted by the activities of the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead when Rafe’s final set of tests came back clean and we happily

I see the variety 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.

as he checks some tags on a few of them. “ They look to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled with hand–drawn cards set neatly around a fluffy teddy bear. “This one’s from James and

reaching for it, my eyes suddenly filled with sharp tears. “Oh, I miss them…” I bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve

stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if you get into all these cards now, you’ll cry yourself to death

at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my back. “Rafe’s

be there in the morning,” Sinclair says,

to his wisdom and allowing myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill with tears again as I look up at

mate.

taking my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting

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 little bed. It’s just…” I shrug, not really knowing how to put all of my emotions into words. “It’s

body against him – against the warm, steady bulk of him, grateful – again – to have a mate