Accidental Surrogate

Ella

I'm gripping my sister’s hand, gritting my teeth and groaning through the first of my pushes, when the door bangs open again.I don’t open my eyes — can't look - Quite frankly, at this particular moment I don’t care who the hell it is - if it's Hank, or Roger, or insurgents coming to kill us — all I care about is the horrible, tearing pain within me as I work to bring my baby into the world.I moan, throwing my head back against the pillows as I pant, feeling the pain subside a little bit.

"How is she?"

I hear Hank ask, and I open my eyes to see him there next to me.I try to give him a little smile, failing a bit.

"Hello, Ella," he says softly, his voice warmer than I'm used to.

"You look like you're doing great." mI murmur my thanks to him as he turns his attention back to Cora, getting a full report, and I shift my gaze to Roger, who stands awkwardly across the room.

"Roger," I say, putting my hand out to him, inviting him closer.

"Hello, Ella!" he calls, awkward.

"Happy...happy birth. Or whatever."

Sinclair starts to laugh quietly.

"Come over, Roger," he demands and Roger sighs, hanging his head and deliberately choosing not to look at me as he comes to stand with his brother.

"What," Sinclair asks him as he arrives at his side.

"More of a cigars in the waiting room kind of guy?"

"Yeah," Roger agrees, giving his brother a little glare.

"I'd say that’s much more my vibe."

"I wanted you here," I say to him, giving him a tired little smile.

"I want you to meet the baby."

"Of course I want to meet the baby, Ella," Roger says, his voice kinder now as he meets my gaze.

"Just...when you've cleaned it up a bit. Gotten some of the goop off." I laugh, a little, but groan when I feel the pain start to return.

Cora climbs up onto the bed for this one, cursing a little at the lack of stirrups and the soft surface of the mattress that makes it harder for her to see what's really going on.

which perversely makes me want to laugh in one of

my side, Sinclair solid a solid force next to my

quite quickly

the contraction ends and I pant, working to catch

is rare, even for a wolf birth. But you should be in the final parts of it now," he says, patting my knee and

note, interestingly, that Cora rolls her eyes at him a little bit when he says this. I have no idea what that could mean - is there trouble in paradise? - but honestly, any of my interest in that question is immediately wiped out when

me huffing and pushing with all of my might during the contractions and then resting, as best I can, in the short spaces between them. I can feel

hard, agonizing work, but my sister calls encouragement to me and my mate is by

an endless repetition of this pattern,

here!" she says, and the cheer in her voice is a

look at her with hope in my eyes and she gives me a happy little

his head will be born,

up excitedly at Sinclair, happy despite the pain ravaging my body.I wait for the next contraction and, when it comes and Cora tells me to, I push - absolutely as hard as I can, giving a guttural

"Oh, his little head!"

push, and push. I gasp, laying back and panting as I feel the contraction end, and I look to Cora

to sit up and moaning at the pain

Where's my

Sinclair asks, suddenly tense next

hard, to stay still and steady, to let the doctor's do their work. Inaction and the passing of responsibility to another - no matter

mate wants to be

"Um,"

hesitates, "it’s okay, Ella - he’s almost born -

sit up, to see the child, but my sister shakes her head at me, leaning forward to press me back

beg, my eyes fixed

you have

as she sits back and I see that her face is

make any progress in the past

"There is some worry,"

because he’s such a large baby, that he

gasp, suddenly

rigid

common," Hank

with large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia — we think

gasp, confused,

"What do we -"

Cora says, though her worried voice belies her