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 attention

my

eyes

questioning is at an end. I sigh,

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

Hank leaves the room,

I look into his eyes, still

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

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

Roger?” I ask, still bristling that he didn’t let me

wanted.

He brings his eyes back to me, though.

“If they’re all too stupid enough to not talk to each other about it, then I am going to

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

head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper to him. “I’ll

his chair, but doesn’t bother to counter me. He knows

has fallen by the time we finally get home, all 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 and

for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them all. Then I look up at my mate. “Did you do

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

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

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

it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs,

in the morning,” Sinclair

myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my

mate.

but wanting to be there for me. “What

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

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