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.

just breaks to feel him close to me, so strange and new and yet so completely

down at my little baby, tears dripping down my face as I take in every ounce of him, every tiny finger and toe, his wide and crying mouth with its

arms wrapped around me, staring down at

believe he’s here,” I whisper in

mad,” Roger replies, his

of humor has at least stopped my crying. “You know, Roger,” I say quietly, “most

baby with an expression somewhere between

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

Roger sighs. “I couldn’t have come up with something that good.

sigh. “My whole heart, forever, little

I’m exhausted, and my whole body is aching,

minutes where it feels like Roger and the baby and I are the only three people

own face is streaked with tears of joy when I look up at her. “What do you think, Cora?” she asks quietly. “Will you let the nurses clean him up and wrap in him in a blanket? And I’ll

I 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 to yell at you

just an excited new mom and the birth went

follow the 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 the

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

on top of hers and laughing a little. “I’m sure

with wide eyes, and I turn my head to the side, not understanding her reaction. But then she just grins and shakes her head, dismissing it. “I’m sure it will,” she says with a happy sigh. “Now, does

I murmur in reply, leaning my head on Roger’s shoulder, starting to feel my exhaustion now

it when it starts to sweep through me, and I sit up a little with curiosity. This isn’t the first time Ella has healed me, of course, but this is the most conscious

until I