Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 283

Chapter 283 – Zoom zoom

Sinclair

A crash sounds upstairs. The second one today. I groan and put my head in my hand, honestly not wanting to know.

“Dominic?” I hear my mate call, requesting my assistance. I press my eyes shut, ignoring her for just…just one minute. “Dominic!”

“Seriously,” Roger murmurs, looking towards the door. “What were you thinking, letting her put this insane plan into action?”

I drop my hand and glare at my brother. “Ask me that again when you’re mated,” I murmur, steeling myself as I head out of the room. Roger doesn’t say anything as I go, though I feel his eyes on me. I ignore it.

“Ella?” I call from the base of the stairs. The seat of her stairlift is at the top, so she must be up there.

“Dominic!” Her faint voice comes to me, sounding relieved. “Can you come help? I’m…stuck.” I sigh and pull myself up the stairs.

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Three days. Three days she’s had her wheelchairs and her stairlift, and while I’m pleased to see her spirits raised, it’s been a nightmare for me. Three days of watching her zoom around, crashing into every thing I own. I’ve already imagined six thousand ways this could go wrong – Ella sliding off of the stairlift and tumbling down the stairs, Ella somehow miraculously managing to run herself over with the chair, Ella crashing through the banister and flying through the air like Evil Knievel… 1

And you’d think that I was kidding, or exaggerating, but…

As I get to the top of the stairs, I turn to see her wedged, somehow, behind a potted fern in the

corner.

“How did you even…do this?” I ask, exasperated, as I walk over to her.

She gives me a bright, if embarrassed, little smile. “I don’t know,” she shrugs. “I just…went forward, and it was there…”

I sigh again – my three hundredth sigh of the day and lift the plant, freeing her. She zooms backwards in the wheelchair, grinding potting soil from the plant into my carpet as she goes. I sigh again. Three hundred and one.

“What are you even do-” I start, but she’s off already, waving to me as she heads down the hall towards our bedroom.

“Things to do!” she calls, waving over her shoulder. “Go back to work, I’ll catch up with you later!”

I shake my head, following her into the bedroom, eager to put a stop to this. “Ella,” I demand, striding in after her. “This has to stop – I’m going insane with worry –”

“What!” she exclaims, appalled, turning her chair in a little half circle so that she’s facing me. Why are you worried?”

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I pause, staring at her, my mouth hanging open a little with my incredulity.

“What?” she demands, frowning her pouty little mouth at me. “Tell me!”

in the past three days you’ve broken

ceramics alone –”

she mutters, waving a flippant hand. “We can

again and wipe a hand down my

a “but” coming. I oblige her. But,” I continue, “baby, you’re the..you’re the worst wheelchair driver I’ve ever seen. I seriously don’t even know how you

”

at this! What are you talking

me when I say

ridiculous. But I’m so grateful that she finally sees my point. Now

jealous,” she asserts, giving me

and I don’t even know what to say. Jealousy… has not

“If I were bad

in a quick circle that lifts one of the chair’s wheels off the ground. My stomach drops

chair rights itself, zooming out of my

I gasp,

chair can’t tip over, it’s built into

”

”

I

–

behind a potted plant or two.” She shrugs. “So what? I’m fine.” She gives me a bright, happy smile, and I have to say it goes to my heart. It’s good to

enough.

me to let me go on with my work. But I noticed – of course I did, I could smell her misery on her, could feel it in my very bones. But I could also feel her pride every morning when she sent me off to start my day. In many ways that was the one thing keeping her together – the idea that she was doing this for the baby, and was letting me go for our people. That her misery was, in some

my work as I in good conscience could,

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with her, my troublesome little

clever girl. How do I

Ella,” I say calmly, putting out a hand towards her. “Enough chair for the day… my nerves are absolutely at their end. Please. For me.

take a step closer to her, intending to pick her up and carry her to bed. But then, at the last second,

into her eyes.

quips, flicking her fingers over the command board and

of my grasp.

I turn to watch her fly

stop me,” she calls over

up at this little taunt. A growl grows inside of me as

and to the

the stairlift, buckling herself

her Ella gives a little half scream, half

the button on her stairlift frantically to make it

it has one speed: glacial.

you don’t,” I burst out, taking two steps down the stairs so that I’m even

button on the lift. Ella gives another little cry, laughing hard and beating her little

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