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

I open my mouth to object to my mate business, after all – but Hank clears

my

nothing else,” he says, his eyes flicking between Sinclair and I

questioning is at an end. I sigh,

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

scowl as Hank leaves the room,

says slowly, admonishing. I look into

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

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

didn’t let me get information that I very

wanted.

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

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

sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I guess I

in response, smiling down at my baby. Then, I kiss him on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper to him. “I’ll teach

doesn’t bother to

day. But Cora finally gave us

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

as 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

them…” I bite my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the

taking me by the shoulders and moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if you get into all these cards now, you’ll cry yourself to

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

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

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

mate.

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

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