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 – but Hank clears

my

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

is at an end.

finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation.

Hank leaves the room, my

says slowly, admonishing. I look into his

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

as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s page

didn’t let me get information that

wanted.

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

enough to not talk to

Sinclair sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t

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

chair, but doesn’t bother to counter me.

three of us exhausted by the activities of the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead when Rafe’s final set of tests came back clean

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

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

it, 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

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

shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my back. “Rafe’s first

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

shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill with tears again as

mate.

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

him and 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 put all of