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.

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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

he says, his eyes

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

finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation.

scowl as Hank leaves the room, my eyes on

slowly, admonishing. I look into

with Roger because she thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t

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

still bristling that he didn’t let me get information that

wanted.

He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a conversation between

“If they’re all too stupid enough to not talk to each

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

in response, smiling down at my baby. Then, I kiss him on his little head.

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

we finally get home, all three of us exhausted by the activities of the day. But

home, I gasp a little when I see the variety of gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at

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

rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve been so distracted – I haven’t even kept up with

baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if you get into

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

in the morning,” Sinclair says,

When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill with tears again as

mate.

he murmurs, taking my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there for me. “What is it this time? What’s

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

soul as much as mind as he confirms this. I know, he says, simply. And so I rest my body against him