Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Ella

The next morning I’m up and dressed early, eagerly glancing towards the door every few minutes because I know Cora is coming to see me. It’s a social visit as well as a medical one–I run my hand over my belly, eager to hear what she has to say about Rafe’s growth and progress.

A hear someone at the door of my bedroom and I gasp, spinning towards it. But I just scowl when I see that it’s Sinclair standing there, smiling at me, and not my sister. He bursts out laughing when he sees my disappointment

“Really?” he asks, pretending to be hurt as I pick up the television remote and start to flick through the channels. “Days ago you were desperate to see me – have I fallen out of favor so fast?”

“No,” I sigh, looking up at him apologetically. He gives me a warm smile, his eyes flicking over me, making sure I’m okay. “I just can’t wait to see her. And she was telling me some really weird things about her and Roger – actually, has he said anything

Sinclair holds up a hand to me, stopping me and glancing down the hall to where someone is climbing the steps.

“Cora!” I cry, throwing my legs off of the bed and working to hoist myself up. Sinclair moves aside and I see Hank and Cora at the door.

“No no –” Doctor Hank says, putting out a hand towards me, palm out. “Stay in bed, Ella – no need to get up. We’ll come to you.”

I frown at him (for more reasons than one) but stay on my bed Luckily, Cora gives a little shriek of joy and throws herself into my arms, where I get to wrap her up tight. I laugh and tell my sister how glad I am to see her while Hank, also smiling, places his bag on my side table and starts to unpack it.

asks, pulling back from me and putting

look down at my stomach. “He’s just swimming around in there, giving me a kick or two every once in

small to kick,” Cora wonders, frowning

more like five or six months pregnant in wolf biology,” Hank informs us, popping his stethoscope around his neck and giving me a smile. “It’s easy to get the timeline mixed up, especially if you

months pregnant a few weeks ago, in the desert would

my heart and breathing. “If we can keep you healthy enough to maintain his rate of growth. Deep

a while, with Doctor Hank focusing on my general health and then Cora performing a check on the baby. She even used a

my breath through the whole process, desperately hoping for a good report. I’ve been quite good lately, even if it’s been boring – no stairs, spending most of my time in bed, really just doing nothing

to grow strong.

machine so that we can have a picture of it “From my end, everything looks great.” She gives me a big

wonderfully, all things considered. But I have to remind you that you’re still quite fragile, medically, even if you are feeling better. The orders still stand – complete bed rest,

baby and I are healthy, I scowl when I hear about more bedrest. I think, deep down, I was hoping that I’d be miraculously healed and able to be

are some humans who are protesting against giving in so easily, and Sinclair as initiated the

all right, Ella?” Cora asks, looking at

thoughts there. “Just thinking I wish I could get out of bed.” I take her hand and squeeze it, looking between her and Hank. “But thank you – I understand that I can’t. It’s all for the best, and

healthy for more activity, I’ll let you know. I promise I won’t hold you back He gives me a nod and the start of a smile, which I

out to

take his hand and give him a tentative little smile, accompanied by a blush. A blush. I can’t help my mouth from falling open a little. “Yes,” she says, giving his hand a little squeeze before dropping it. “I’ll see you