Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 283: Zoom zoom

Sinclair

A crash sounds upstairs. The second one today. I groan and put my head in my hand, honestly not wanting to know.

“Dominic?” I hear my mate call, requesting my assistance. I press my eyes shut, ignoring her for just…just one minute. “Dominic!”

“Seriously,” Roger murmurs, looking towards the door. “What were you thinking, letting her put this insane plan into action?”

I drop my hand and glare at my brother. “Ask me that again when you’re mated,” I murmur, steeling myself as I head out of the room. Roger doesn’t say anything as I go, though I feel his eyes on me. I ignore it.

“Ella?” I call from the base of the stairs. The seat of her stairlift is at the top, so she must be up there.

“Dominic!” Her faint voice comes to me, sounding relieved. “Can you come help? I’m…stuck.” I sigh and pull myself up the stairs.

Three days. Three days she’s had her wheelchairs and her stairlift, and while I’m pleased to see her spirits raised, it’s been a nightmare for me. Three days of watching her zoom around, crashing into every thing I own. I’ve already imagined six thousand ways this could go wrong – Ella sliding off of the stairlift and tumbling down the stairs, Ella somehow miraculously managing to run herself over with the chair, Ella crashing through the banister and flying through the air like Evil Knievel… 1

And you’d think that I was kidding, or exaggerating, but…

As I get to the top of the stairs, I turn to see her wedged, somehow, behind a potted fern in the corner.

“How did you even…do this?” I ask, exasperated, as I walk over to her.

She gives me a bright, if embarrassed, little smile. “I don’t know,” she shrugs. “I just…went forward, and it was there…”

I sigh again – my three hundredth sigh of the day and lift the plant, freeing her. She zooms backwards in the wheelchair, grinding potting soil from the plant into my carpet as she goes. I sigh again. Three hundred and one.

“What are you even do-” I start, but she’s off already, waving to me as she heads down the hall towards our bedroom.

“Things to do!” she calls, waving over her shoulder. “Go back to work, I’ll catch up with you later!”

I shake my head, following her into the bedroom, eager to put a stop to this. “Ella,” I demand, striding in after her. “This has to stop – I’m going insane with worry –”

“What!” she exclaims, appalled, turning her chair in a little half circle so that she’s facing me. Why are you worried?”

her, my mouth hanging open a little with

little

you’ve broken hundreds of dollars‘ worth of ceramics alone

mutters, waving a flippant hand. “We can buy new pots who cares about that –

snaps her gaze up at me. I groan again and wipe a hand down my face, trying to

continue, “baby, you’re the..you’re the worst wheelchair driver I’ve ever seen. I seriously don’t even know how you ever

amazing at this! What are

please believe me when I say

her. It’s so ridiculous. But I’m so grateful that she finally sees my point. Now I can

just jealous,” she asserts, giving me a clever, wolfish grin.

I don’t even know what to say. Jealousy… has not

bad at this, could I do

drops as I lurch

gasp, glaring at her.

can’t tip over, it’s built into the design

it,” I caution, “it’s you.

gives me a bright, happy smile, and I have to say it goes to

on with my work. But I noticed – of course I did, I could smell her misery on her, could feel it in my very bones. But I could also feel her pride every morning when she sent me off to start my day. In many ways

work as I in good conscience could, and otherwise spending my time curled up with her, my troublesome little

me. My sweet, clever girl. How do I do this? How do I help her find the balance

“Enough chair for the day… my nerves are absolutely

a moment, tapping her chin as I take a step closer to her, intending to pick her up

she quips, flicking her fingers over the command board and zooming past me, right out of my

as I turn to watch

want to stop me,” she calls over

this little taunt. A growl grows inside of me as I launch myself after her, out into the hallway and to

the button on her stairlift frantically to make it go faster. Luckily, as it was built for the elderly, it has one speed: glacial. I catch her with

the lift. Ella gives another little cry, laughing hard and beating her little fists

bedroom and laying her down on the bed. When she’s settled I climb onto the bed as well, settling over

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