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

business, after all

my

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

at an end. I sigh, nodding, as

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

scowl as Hank leaves the room, my eyes

slowly, admonishing. I look into his eyes,

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

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

that he didn’t let me

wanted.

don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a

onto the pillows. “If they’re all too stupid enough to not

as trouble does,” Sinclair sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t have

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

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

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

gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them all. Then I look up

he checks some tags on a few of them. “ They look to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled with hand–drawn cards set neatly around a

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 –

moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if you get into all these cards now,

cry, looking over my shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand

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

nodding to his wisdom and allowing myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to

mate.

he murmurs, taking my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there for me. “What is it this time? What’s

Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little bed. It’s just…” I shrug, not really knowing how to