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 flicking between Sinclair and

questioning is at an end. I sigh,

doctor,” he says with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my

Hank leaves the room, my eyes on

admonishing. I

thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank also

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

he didn’t let me

wanted.

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

pillows. “If they’re all too stupid enough to not talk to each other about it, then I am going to talk about

on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t

smiling down at my baby. Then, I kiss him on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper to him. “I’ll teach

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

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

and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them all. Then I look up at my mate. “Did

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

bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all

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

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

be there in the morning,”

allowing myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the

mate.

between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there for me. “What

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

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