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

my

else,” he says, his eyes flicking between Sinclair and I now, clearly

questioning is at an end.

you, doctor,” he says with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look forward to seeing you

as Hank leaves the room, my eyes on

admonishing. I look

she thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page

go up in surprise as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s page about

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

wanted.

He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a conversation between Cora and

too stupid enough to not talk to each other about it, then I

back on the

him on his little head.

chair, but doesn’t bother to counter me. He knows it would be a waste of

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

see the variety of gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated,

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

my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve been

and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if you

teddy bear!” I cry, looking over my shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my back. “Rafe’s first teddy – we have

there in the morning,” Sinclair

upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill

mate.

but wanting to be there for me. “What is it this time?

him and the baby. “Just…we’re bringing him home for the first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little bed. It’s just…” I shrug, not really

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