Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 475: Chaos at Home Ella

“Oh geeze,” I say when we pull up to Cora and Roger’s house in the pre- dawn morning and see that every light is on. “You ready for this?”

“Sure!” Sinclair says, grinning at me as he puts the car in park at the end of the driveway. “It will be a nice role reversal – this time Roger can be the one worried sick and I can be in the background cracking jokes.”

“Aww, sweetheart,” I say, grinning at my mate and putting a soft hand on his cheek. “It’s cute that you think you’re funny enough to crack jokes.”

Sinclair’s brows knit together as he frowns at me. “What are you talking about? I’m very funny.”

“Okay, baby,” I murmur, patting his shoulder as I turn to climb out of the car.

“I am!” he insists as he gets out of the driver’s seat and starts around the car.

“Dominic,” I sigh, hiding my teasing grin as I lean into the car and unbuckle Rafe, pulling him into my arms. “You have so many blessings. Why do you need to be funny too?”

“Because I am funny!” Sinclair says, crossing his arms and glaring at me.

“Okay!” I say cheerfully, not contracting him but moving quickly towards the front door of the house without confirming either.

“Ella!” he scoffs, striding after me.

“What!?” I laugh, knocking on the door for once instead of just striding in because I want to give Cora and Roger their privacy if they’re not ready for us. We did get here really fast, after all the roads were empty this early.

“I make you laugh all the time,” Sinclair says, still frowning down at me.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I say, grinning with mischief as I gaze up at him, “but I’m laughing at you, not your jokes.”

He growls at me, starting to get a little miffed, and I burst into laughter. Sinclair opens his mouth to protest more but both of our attention snaps forward when the door flies open, revealing a harried Roger staring at us with the fingers of one hand already tangled in his own hair.

“Come in,” he says, his voice frantic and full of dread. “I need you to talk sense into her – ”

he doesn’t!” Cora calls, and, grinning, I peer beyond Roger to see her starting up the

and up the stairs to Cora, taking the plate of toast she’s carrying out of her hand, Rafe perched on my hip. Cora smiles her thanks at me

you just use the stair lift chair?” I ask, gesturing towards

perfectly capable of getting up the stairs, Ella,” Cora growls as she continues to lift

duh,” I say, rolling my eyes at

and she. shakes her head at me. “Okay, good,” she says. “Someone sane is here. Can you please have Dominic just tie the

from the bottom of the steps, and I turn to see him standing at the bottom,

ask, looking between them, baffled. Because honestly Cora looks fine to me just very pregnant and in the

support but unable to keep a little smile from

birth months ago, Roger!” Cora calls over her shoulder, sighing as she does. I grin at her as we get to the top of the steps because I can tell that this is an

months ago,” Roger growls, starting to follow us up the stairs. Sinclair comes

to the bed, where I place her toast on the side table before lifting Rafe more securely into my arms. Cora climbs into bed

good idea,” she says with a sigh after she gives Rafe a sweet kiss and musses his hair. “I’m perfectly healthy – there’s no reason to not do

be safer in a hospital,” Roger says, crossing his arms

blankets just how she wants them. “My sister, the

Roger,” I say, turning to him and gesturing to Rafe, who gives a happy

as he stares at me. “You

side as I remember it. “Oh yeah!” I

I always forget

the Prairie,” Cora murmurs, rolling her eyes at me. “He thinks a home birth is all boiling water and

see Sinclair clench his jaw to keep from laughing

I turn back to

taking a deep breath. “About

“Did your water break?”

but doesn’t answer, clearly gritting her teeth through the pain. I murmur to her consolingly

my god,” I hear Roger murmur, coming quickly to

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