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

my

he says, his eyes flicking

my questioning is at an end. I sigh, nodding, as Sinclair

doctor,” he says with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from

scowl as Hank leaves the room,

Sinclair says slowly, admonishing. I look into his

not with Roger because she thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page with her about kids, then

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

he didn’t

wanted.

frowns a little, staring into space and considering it. “Actually, I don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way,

all too stupid enough to not talk to

on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t

I 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 counter me. He knows

day. But Cora finally gave us

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

interest 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 around a fluffy teddy bear. “This one’s from

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 up with

the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if you get

I cry, looking over my shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the

will be there in the morning,” Sinclair says,

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

mate.

wanting to be there for me. “What is it

bringing him home for the first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little