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 I now,

at an end. I sigh, nodding, as

know he’s free

as Hank leaves the room,

I look

need to know, Sinclair. She’s not with Roger because she thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank

eyes go up in surprise as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s page

bristling that he didn’t let me

wanted.

into space and considering it. “Actually, I don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a conversation

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

sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I

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

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

day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead when Rafe’s final set

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?” I

“ They look to be presents from

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 been so

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

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

will be there in the morning,” Sinclair says,

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

mate.

between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there

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

rests his head against mine, 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