Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Cora

“You’ve got this, Cora!” Ella cheers at my side while I squeeze Roger’s hand, panting and shouting as I give what the nurse has told me is one last, final push.

I put everything I have into this final moment, squeezing my eyes shut and pushing as hard as I can, wanting this done – wanting to feel my little baby in my arms

And suddenly the pressure lessens, and my eyes fly open as I gasp And there’s a little baby’s cry ringing out through the room.

“Here!” I gasp, leaning forward fervently, some motherly demand in me needing my little baby now even as I see him in the nurse’s hands. “Give him to me!”

The nurse hesitates, looking towards her colleagues. I moan a little, still reaching, wanting him now

“Do it,” Ella snaps suddenly up from my side. She stands and moves towards the nurse, putting a hang on her shoulder and gesturing towards me. ” He needs his mother – ”

Roger is completely still at my side, his eyes focused totally on the baby, who starts to cry his little heart out.

“Please,” I beg, reaching for him.

“All right,” the nurse says, nodding and bringing him forward. “We’ll clean him up in a minute – ”

And she takes two steps forward, and leans down, and places my little baby in my arms

And I burst immediately into tears.

little head curled against my elbow-my heart just breaks to feel him close to me,

down at my little baby, tears dripping down my face as I take in every ounce of him, every tiny

to my side, his arms wrapped around

he’s here,”

believe he’s so mad,” Roger

my tears, grateful that his strange sense of humor has at least stopped my crying. “You know, Roger,” I say quietly, “most new parents say something nice about their kid when they meet him for the first time, like how

a lot of noise, Cora,” Roger murmurs, still staring at the baby with an expression somewhere

murmur to the baby, cuddling him close and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Welcome to the world. You

come up with something that good. He needed you

I sigh. “My whole heart, forever,

though I’m exhausted, and my whole body is aching, I just feel

feels like Roger and the baby and I are the only three people in the world. I almost jump in surprise when

her. “What do you think, Cora?” she asks quietly. “Will you let

say, suddenly remembering that – yeah, the baby needs to be checked. And I laugh as the nurse comes close, reaching for him. “I’m sorry,” I say, shaking my head. “I didn’t mean

“You’re just an excited new mom and the birth went beautifully, no complications, so there’s no harm in wanting to hold him

nurse as she carries the baby across the room to be weighed and checked out by the doctor. But the nurse is right – everything went well, and

and holding her hands out, palm up. “I basically bled out after my traumatic pregnancy, and

sigh, placing my hands on top of hers and laughing a little. “I’m sure your next one

me with wide eyes, and I turn my head to the side, not understanding her reaction. But then she

who usually asks that?” I murmur in reply, leaning my head on Roger’s shoulder, starting to feel my exhaustion now more than

course, but this is the most conscious I’ve been for it and I can really feel it this

I feel