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

eyes flicking between Sinclair and I now, clearly

is at an end. I sigh, nodding, as

he says with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free

as Hank leaves the room, my eyes on

admonishing. I look into his eyes,

wants children they can’t have. If

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

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

wanted.

staring into space and considering it. “Actually, I don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though.

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

sighs, leaning back on

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

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

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

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. “Did you do all this?” I ask,

presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled with hand–drawn

against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve been

quickly, taking me by the shoulders and moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “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 – we have

in the morning,” Sinclair says,

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

mate.

taking my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there for me.

time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little bed. It’s just…”

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 doesn’t think