The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 95

Chapter 95 – Returning the Favor

Ella

“Bed rest?” I repeat, glancing nervously at Sinclair. “You mean until the baby comes?”

“No, I don’t think we have to do anything quite that extreme yet.” The doctor replies with a kind smile, “For now let’s start with a few weeks. Beyond that we can take it as it comes.”

“What does that mean exactly?” Sinclair inquires, his large body looming over me. His heat, which sometimes reminds me too much of a blazing furnace when we’re curled in bed together, is a welcome balm now, washing over me in a tide of cozy comfort. “She can’t get out of bed at all?”

“No, it’s not that severe.” The doctor assures us. “Ella can get up to go to the restroom, or move around to switch positions. She can take two short walks every day – one in the morning, one in the evening but no more than twenty minutes and if you find yourself getting tired or overwhelmed before then, you need to stop. Absolutely no stairs or physical exertion though, and no standing for more than twenty minutes at a time – for any reason.”

My heart sinks, and I try not to let my disappointment show. It’s not the end of the world after all, it just means I’m going to be a bit bored. “Do I have to be completely on my back, or is sitting up okay?”

“Choose whatever position is most comfortable for you.” He continues, looking back and forth between us. “More importantly, no stress whether you’re in bed, on the couch, or wherever you choose. That means no campaign events, no excitement.”

“And if she does get excited, despite our efforts?” Sinclair inquires, an odd note in his voice.

minimum, if the tension is building up it’s better to indulge

what Sinclair was getting at, but I just didn’t understand the

you know orgasms are the best stress relievers. The little voice in

Goddess, when was the last time I had one of those? I think back, recalling the last night I slept away from Sinclair, when I was finally free to get some relief from the fire he keeps constantly lit

long, and you have to admit it would be nice to have one you didn’t

get off with a few thrusts. I always enjoyed

if I would only succumb to his charms. His words the day of the ball – after the incident, as I’ve decided to call it – ring

up. I think sharply, unsure whether I’m speaking to the memory or my inner voice. Sinclair is watching me like a hawk, and the hungry expression he’s wearing makes me worry that my expression is giving away my lurid thoughts. Before he can say a word, I lean into his side, turning my face towards his shoulder so I can breathe in his scent. I’m doing it for comfort yes, but also to hide my blushing

such short notice. Can I take her home now?” He asks bluntly, as if I’m the injured party here, rather

condition than I am.” I remind him sulkily. “We should be asking your doctors,

the OB, who smiles warmly, “she’s free to go as soon as I write this

me, talk about me like I’m not here.” I

in good hands.” The doctor replies, completely unphased by my petulant words. “I’ll

sliding his muscular arms around my middle and burying his face in my neck. I’m so surprised by the gesture, that I barely notice I forgot to thank the doctor. Sinclair isn’t growling, or scolding me, he’s not even kissing

what is it?” I murmur, holding him as tightly as I can so that he knows I’m asking out

“Today was horrible.” He

though.” I answer softly. “And so is the baby – this is

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