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, giving him a tired little smile. “I want you to meet

he meets my

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

pant, working to catch my breath. “This is rare, even

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idea what that could mean is there trouble in paradise? – but honestly, any of my interest in that question is immediately wiped out when the pain

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 my baby moving inside me, progressing along. It’s hard, agonizing work, but my sister calls encouragement to me and my

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,

contraction and, when it comes and Cora tells me to, I push – absolutely as hard as I can, giving a guttural yell while I do in that I hope will help me

here, Ella! Just a couple more to

and panting as I feel the contraction end, and I look to Cora for instructions. Instead of a happy smile,

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

work. Inaction and the passing of responsibility to another – no matter

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

but

her head at me, leaning

fixed on Sinclair.

and I see that her face is

few pushes.

Hank continues, “that because he’s

I gasp, suddenly horrified. Sinclair

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

baffled, horribly worried. “What

her worried voice belies her words. “We’re