Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Home with Baby Ella

I hear Sinclair sigh heavily next to me, murmuring “Ella…”

But I ignore him, my eyes fasted on Hank, who blushes a deep red at the door and looks down at his shoes. I don’t say a word, though, or make this any easier on him. Instead, I wait patiently for an answer.

“Cora is,” he murmurs, awkward, “very special to me…

“I would imagine so,” I reply, my voice harder than I think I expected it to be. “She’s a very special person.”

Hank sighs and raises his eyes seriously to mine. I hold his gaze steadily.

“I’m very serious about Cora,” he says evenly. “I want to build a life with her. But we are moving…slowly. We both want to make sure that this is right.”

My heart warms when I hear him say that he wants to build a life with her, but still – what does that mean? I hold my baby closer to me and shift in my seat.

“And do you want to have childre-”

“Ella!” Sinclair bursts in, his voice angry, a hand on my arm.

“What!” I cry, turning to him with a frown. “It’s a legitimate question!”

“It’s none of your business!” He hisses back to me, his eyes wide and appalled.

–

my sister’s business is

My frown deepens as I open my mouth to object to my mate business, after all – but Hank clears his throat, bringing my attention back to him.

there’s nothing else,” he says, his eyes flicking between Sinclair and I

questioning is at an end. I sigh, nodding,

says with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my

room, my eyes on my

Sinclair says slowly, admonishing. I look into his eyes, still mad.

have. If Hank also

up in surprise as he processes this information. “And

didn’t let me get information

space and considering it. “Actually, I don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s

me,” I murmur, settling back onto the pillows. “If they’re all too stupid enough to

trouble does,” Sinclair sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I guess I shouldn’t have expected any

kiss him on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I

in his chair, but doesn’t bother to

the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead

little when I see the variety of gift baskets and flowers waiting for us. “Oh,” I say, fascinated, moving forward to look at them all. Then I look up at my mate. “Did you do all this?” I ask, my eyes

be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one filled with hand–drawn cards set neatly around a fluffy teddy bear.

against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by all the love in the room when I’ve been so distracted – I haven’t even kept

by the shoulders and moving the baby and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if you get into all these cards now, you’ll

my shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my back. “Rafe’s first teddy – we have to get it!”

will be there in the morning,” Sinclair says, steady, yawning. “Now? Bed.”

wisdom and allowing myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill

taking my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to

first time, Dominic. Putting him to

soul as much as mind as he confirms this. I know, he says, simply. And so I rest my body against him – against the warm, steady bulk of him, grateful – again

understands, really, that this is all a dream to me. And that every moment of it – even one as simple