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

my

eyes flicking between Sinclair and I now, clearly

is at an end. I

says with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look

the room, my eyes on

admonishing. I look into his eyes, still

wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page with her about kids, then what’s the

information. “And what’s Cora’s page about kids?”

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

wanted.

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

back onto the pillows. “If they’re all too stupid enough to not talk to each other about it, then I am going to

back on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t

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

doesn’t bother to counter me. He

of the day. But Cora finally gave

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

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

“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

baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re

cry, looking over my shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the

there in the morning,” Sinclair says,

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

mate.

my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be

time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little bed. It’s

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