Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

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

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

my

eyes

end. I sigh,

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

Hank leaves the

I look

know, Sinclair. She’s not with Roger because she thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page with her

“And what’s Cora’s page

ask, still bristling that he didn’t let me

wanted.

into space and considering it. “Actually, I don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a conversation between Cora and Roger. Or Cora and

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

does,” Sinclair sighs, leaning back on

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

his chair, but doesn’t bother to counter

the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead when

we cross the threshold into our home, I gasp a little when I see the variety of gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them all. Then I look up at my mate. “Did you do all this?” I ask,

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

tears. “Oh, I miss them…” I bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all

by the shoulders and moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if

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 to

will be there in the morning,” Sinclair says, steady, yawning.

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

mate.

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

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 knowing how to