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

end. I sigh, nodding, as

with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look

as Hank leaves the room, my eyes on

slowly, admonishing. I look into his eyes, still

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

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

didn’t let

wanted.

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

all too stupid enough to not talk to

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

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

chair, but doesn’t bother to counter

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

threshold into our 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

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

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 with everyone

the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this –

cry, looking over my shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on

be there in the morning,” Sinclair

upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes

mate.

my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting

first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own

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