Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 297

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

mate business, after all – but Hank clears his throat, bringing

my

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

an end.

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

scowl as Hank leaves the

admonishing. I look into his eyes,

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

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

didn’t let me get information that

wanted.

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

too stupid enough to not

back on

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

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

the activities of the day. But

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

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

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

“We’re way too tired for this

as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on

morning,”

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

mate.

between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there for me. “What is it this

him home for the first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own

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