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.

against my arm-his little head curled against my elbow-my heart just breaks to

every ounce of him, every tiny finger and toe, his wide and crying mouth with its perfect

tight to my side, his arms wrapped around me, staring down at our perfect

believe he’s here,” I whisper in

he’s so mad,” Roger replies,

my tears, grateful that his strange sense of humor has at least stopped my crying. “You know, Roger,” I say quietly, “most

noise, Cora,” Roger murmurs, still staring at the baby with an expression somewhere between

cuddling him close and pressing a kiss to

Roger sighs. “I couldn’t have come up with something that good. He needed you for

I sigh.

whole body is aching, I

where it feels like Roger and the baby and I are the only

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

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

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

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 baby

murmurs, sitting down next to me and holding her hands out, palm up. “I basically bled out after my traumatic pregnancy, and you

of hers and laughing a little. “I’m sure your next one will be perfectly

her reaction. But then she just grins and shakes her head, dismissing it. “I’m sure it will,” she

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

feel 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 I’ve been for it and I can really feel it this time – the way the gift runs through me, seeking

until I