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.

his eyes flicking between Sinclair and

my questioning is at an end. I sigh, nodding, as Sinclair

he says with finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look forward to seeing

as Hank leaves the room,

says slowly, admonishing. I look into

with Roger because she thinks he wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page with her about

in surprise as he processes this information. “And what’s Cora’s page about kids?” he

he didn’t let me get information that I very

eyes back to me, though. “Either way, that’s a conversation

me,” I murmur, settling back onto the pillows. “If they’re all too stupid enough to not talk to each other about it, then I am going

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

response, smiling down at my baby. Then, I kiss him on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper to him. “I’ll teach you my troublesome ways. And then we’ll torture daddy together.”

chair, but doesn’t bother to counter me. He knows it would be a waste of breath.

day. But Cora finally gave

we cross the threshold into our home, I gasp a 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

from

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

and I towards the stairs. “We’re way too tired for this – if you get into all these cards now, you’ll cry yourself to

the teddy bear!” I cry, looking over my shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs, a steady hand on my back.

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

nodding to his wisdom and allowing myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom,

chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to

baby. “Just…we’re bringing him home for the first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in

rests his head against mine, speaking to my soul as much as mind as he confirms this. I know, he says, simply. And so I rest my body against him

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