Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 291 – Big Alpha Baby

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 –

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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.”

I 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.”

wanted you here,” I say to him, giving him a

now as he meets my gaze.

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. Roger tries to muffle his groan as he turns

contraction ends and I pant, working to catch my

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eyes at him a little bit when he says this. I have no idea what that could mean is there trouble in paradise? – but

all of my might during the contractions and then resting, as best I can, in the short spaces between them. I can feel my baby moving inside me,

voice is a balm to my agonized body. I look at her with hope in my eyes and she gives me a happy little nod. “One big push, sis, and his head will

deep breath, looking 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,

head!” Cora says, smiling at me, “he’s here, Ella! Just a couple more to

I feel the contraction end, and I look to Cora for instructions. Instead of a happy smile, though, I see her exchange an odd little glance

the pain that shoots through my back.” What’s wrong? Where’s my

tell by his voice that he’s working, so hard, to stay still and steady, to let the doctor’s do their work. Inaction and the passing of responsibility to another – no matter how much they outstrip him in their expertise – has never been his strong suit. My

he’s almost born – but…” She and Hank hesitate and exchange glances again, then

but

leaning forward to press

I beg, my eyes fixed on Sinclair. “Please, you

and I see that her face is worried. “Ella, he didn’t

in the past few pushes.

continues, “that because he’s such a large

I gasp, suddenly horrified. Sinclair goes rigid

women experience this with large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia – we think his shoulder is trapped up

I gasp, confused, baffled, horribly worried. “What do we

though her worried voice belies her words. “We’re