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

to my mate business, after all –

my

he says, his eyes flicking between

my questioning is at an end. I sigh,

with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my

scowl as Hank leaves the room, my

I look

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

as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s page about kids?” he asks. “Does she want

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

wanted.

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

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

back on the chair. “I guess I

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

a little laugh in his chair, but doesn’t bother to counter me.

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

into our home, I gasp a little when I see the variety of gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say,

them. “ They look to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to

my eyes suddenly filled with sharp tears. “Oh, I miss them…” I bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve been so distracted – I haven’t even kept up with everyone as well as

moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for

shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my

there in the morning,” Sinclair says,

I sigh, nodding to his wisdom and allowing myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill with tears again as I look up at

mate.

his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be

the first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little bed. It’s just…” I shrug, not really knowing how to put all of my

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