Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 294 – Godparents

Ella

“And I am leaving immediately,” Roger adds in, making us all laugh. “Seriously,” he says, “I’m useless until the kid is old enough to throw a ball. Then, it’s all Uncle Roger.” (2

I smile at him, pleased, and take his hand to squeeze it, letting him know how glad I am that he came. His eyes soften as he looks at me, and I know he feels the same.

“All right,” I say, sighing and climbing into the bed. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Then, everyone goes to their work, Roger and Hank leaving the room and Cora sitting next to me to help me through the first steps of breastfeeding. Sinclair sits close by, clearly interested, but not interfering as Cora shows me how to help the baby latch. I feel a whole new rush of emotion as I feel him begin to suck, as I feel the milk start to flow and feed my baby.

“There,” Cora says softly, and I look at her with tears in my eyes. “See? You’re a natural.”

“Where should he sleep?” I ask, looking around, suddenly desperate. We don’t have a basinet, of

course.

Cora just shrugs. “You’ll figure it out. Use your mom instincts. People were having babies for thousands of years before hospitals came to answer these questions for them about how to have their first night.” She grins a little wickedly at Sinclair and me. “I don’t think you two are going to get much sleep anyway, but…you’ll figure it out.”

I laugh a little and return my gaze to my baby, whose eyes are closed as I hold him warm against my chest. “That’s right, baby,” I whisper. “We’re going to figure it out.”

“Okay,” my sister says, standing and giving me a kiss on the forehead. “You’re a marvel, Ella,” she whispers. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll see you at the hospital tomorrow.”

I nod, but don’t look at her, instead staring at my son. My new baby, this much- and long–desired

child who is finally, finally here.

I feel the weight of Sinclair’s body on the bed next to me as the door clicks shut behind Cora, but I don’t take my eyes away from Rafe as Sinclair wraps his arms around me.

Sinclair sighs, pressing a kiss to my hair. “This is the

ready for it?”

mate, eager. “I’m ready for it. I’ve been waiting for this my whole

Cora

than the general happiness I feel after one of my patients

suddenly, that maybe it’s the knowledge that I have a new little nephew now, to raise and to help discover

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of the guards standing at the bottom of the steps, wanting to make sure that it’s safe to leave, and begin to take a step when he waves me forward. However, I jump when I hear the voice

turning who it belongs to. I turn, meeting

slowly over to me, his hands sunk deep in his pockets.” Well, that’s not much of a surprise. The

close to me. Close enough that I can almost feel his words as breath on my cheek, as well as hear

little laugh that spills out of me at that, and I look down at my feet. “Well,” I say, a little awkward. I haven’t talked to Roger in weeks, let alone this casually.

I see his hand reaching for mine.

you even doing here? Weren’t you so

never reached but for mine. He gives a casual little shrug, looking out at the newly–quiet city. “The troops quelled the riots, but that doesn’t mean that everyone went home and no one’s lurking in the dark wanting to make mischief.” He looks at me then, pausing before he continues. “I

and heading down the steps to where my car is

after me, his voice full of

at him. “What, Roger! I don’t need you to protect me! I

challenging me. “You don’t need help getting home? Or

teeth, shaking my head at him. “Seriously? Now? You want to dig into this now, after

subject, Cora?” he asks, his voice angry now.

mouth to throw his words back at him, but

if I wanted to,” Roger pushes,

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“Is that the great barrier? Have you never heard of this

this conversation over a phone, Cora?” Roger asks, closing the distance between us, his voice hurt now as well as mad. “That’s all you think