Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 356 – Long Days

Ella

Cora wasn’t kidding when she said that there was a lot to do for the wounded men. Honestly, I underestimated her – or she’s a much faster and better worker for me, because I fall into bed at the end of each day totally wiped, asleep before Sinclair can even say goodnight to me.

The boys are busy too and I feel a little sorry for Cora and Roger, honestly. They should be living in a newly-mated newly-pregnant love bubble right now, and instead she’s spending all day healing while he’s trapped in a boardroom with his brother and his father, trying to figure out how to defeat my estranged uncle.

“How can you feel sorry for them,” Sinclair says to me when I take a break to feed Rafe. He comes to spend these little stolen moments with me, knowing that they’re some of the only moments I’ll be able to sit and concentrate on something else for a few minutes. “It’s not like you and I got to enjoy any kind of love bubble.”

“Yes we did,” I say, frowning at him. ” Dominic, we had so much S** in those first few months when we discovered I was pregnant -”

“Sure,” he says, a little sarcastic as he draws his brows together. “Between me accusing you of stealing my sperm, and then the constant attacks, and then having to flee the country – yeah, totally had a peaceful little love bubble somewhere in there.”

I laugh as I consider it, shaking my head and looking down at my sweet hungry baby. “I don’t know,” I say, giving a little shrug. “It was all wonderful to me. But maybe I just forget all the horrible parts as some side effect of pregnancy – like how mothers have to forget the pain of birth, or else they’d never do it again.”

Sinclair moves closer to me, putting an arm around me to let me and Rafe lean close against his broad, muscled chest. “Or,” he murmurs, “it could be that the pleasure was just so good that it completely overshadowed the pain

“Oh yes,” I murmur back, smirking a little. “Clearly, Dominic, the S** is so good that I barely remember my nearly -fatal injuries

That we wouldn’t trade any of

willing to sacrifice their health in the effort to

them away. Because, honestly, some of these men seem

men to Hank, Cora?” I ask late one afternoon, wiping the sweat from my brow. “Can we

them here, Ella,” Cora says quietly, “unless they need critical care. Hank – and all the other hospitals – they’re totally overwhelmed as it is with the aftermath of the war. These men- they’re on the mend, if not slowly. And Roger and Sinclair brought in enough medicine to keep us going. I know it

this long?” I

I’m used to

too,

her eyes at me a little. “Probably the goddess blood in

It does seem to be taking longer than I’d expect it to as well…” she sighs, looking down at her battered clipboard as if it holds the

blood,” I murmur, looking around. “It seems unfair.’ Cora looks up suddenly

ask, turning

cocking her head a

I ask again, totally

goes back to something Hank said once,” Cora says, suddenly excited. ” On the night when he came over to my -” she hesitates for a moment, place

into the medical field. So

look down at myself, a little ridiculously, as if I

my head up to look at her. “I mean, I’ve only

it to me, and then I used it to to do whatever I

staring at me, and then we both laugh because we both feel

could have given us like, a little instructions