Chapter 297 – Home with Baby

Ella

I hear Sinclair sigh heavily next to me, murmuring “Ella…”

But I ignore him, my eyes fasted on Hank, who blushes a deep red at the door and looks down at his shoes. I don’t say a word, though, or make this any easier on him. Instead, I wait patiently for an answer.

“Cora is,” he murmurs, awkward, “very special to me…

“I would imagine so,” I reply, my voice harder than I think I expected it to be. “She’s a very special person.”

Hank sighs and raises his eyes seriously to mine. I hold his gaze steadily.

“I’m very serious about Cora,” he says evenly. “I want to build a life with her. But we are moving…slowly. We both want to make sure that this is right.”

My heart warms when I hear him say that he wants to build a life with her, but still – what does that mean? I hold my baby closer to me and shift in my seat.

“And do you want to have childre-”

“Ella!” Sinclair bursts in, his voice angry, a hand on my arm.

“What!” I cry, turning to him with a frown. “It’s a legitimate question!”

“It’s none of your business!” He hisses back to me, his eyes wide and appalled.

my sister’s business is

my mouth to object to my mate business, after all – but Hank clears his throat, bringing my

my

his eyes flicking

end. I sigh, nodding,

he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look forward

as Hank leaves the room, my eyes on my

admonishing. I

they can’t have. If

“And

ask, still bristling that he didn’t let me get information that I very

wanted.

space and considering it. “Actually, I don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though.

too stupid enough to

sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t

I kiss him on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper to him. “I’ll teach

little laugh in his chair, but doesn’t bother to counter me. He knows it would be

exhausted by the activities of the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead when Rafe’s final set of

flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them all.

he checks some tags on a few of them. “ They look to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He

against the sudden rush of feelings,

no,” Sinclair says quickly, taking me by the shoulders and moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if

it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a

there in the morning,” Sinclair

sigh, nodding to his wisdom and allowing myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though,

mate.

but wanting to be there for me.

a little, looking between him and the baby. “Just…we’re bringing him home for the first time, Dominic. Putting him

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