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.”

him a tired little smile. “I want you to

Roger says, his voice kinder now as he meets my gaze. “Just….when

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. Roger tries to muffle his groan as he turns away, which perversely makes me want to laugh

to my head. ” You’ve moved quite quickly through this, Ella,” Hank informs me as the contraction ends and I pant, working to catch

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I have no idea what that could mean is there trouble in paradise? – but honestly, any of my interest in that question is immediately

can, in the short spaces between them. I can feel my

voice is a balm to my agonized body. I look at her with hope in my eyes and she gives me a happy little

and Cora tells

head!” Cora says, smiling at me, “he’s here,

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

the pain that shoots through my back.”

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

hesitate and exchange glances again, then looking down at the baby. I struggle to sit

but

shakes her head at me, leaning forward to

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

she sits back and I see that her face is

past few pushes. Which is sometimes a

he’s such a large baby, that he

I gasp, suddenly horrified. Sinclair goes rigid next

says hurriedly. “Lots of women experience this with large babies. It’s called shoulder dystocia – we think his shoulder is trapped up behind

confused, baffled, horribly worried.

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