The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 294 – Godparents

Ella

“And I am leaving immediately,” Roger adds in, making us all laugh. “Seriously,” he says, “I’m useless until the kid is old enough to throw a ball. Then, it’s all Uncle Roger.” (2

I smile at him, pleased, and take his hand to squeeze it, letting him know how glad I am that he came. His eyes soften as he looks at me, and I know he feels the same.

“All right,” I say, sighing and climbing into the bed. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Then, everyone goes to their work, Roger and Hank leaving the room and Cora sitting next to me to help me through the first steps of breastfeeding. Sinclair sits close by, clearly interested, but not interfering as Cora shows me how to help the baby latch. I feel a whole new rush of emotion as I feel him begin to suck, as I feel the milk start to flow and feed my baby.

“There,” Cora says softly, and I look at her with tears in my eyes. “See? You’re a natural.”

“Where should he sleep?” I ask, looking around, suddenly desperate. We don’t have a basinet, of

course.

Cora just shrugs. “You’ll figure it out. Use your mom instincts. People were having babies for thousands of years before hospitals came to answer these questions for them about how to have their first night.” She grins a little wickedly at Sinclair and me. “I don’t think you two are going to get much sleep anyway, but…you’ll figure it out.”

I laugh a little and return my gaze to my baby, whose eyes are closed as I hold him warm against my chest. “That’s right, baby,” I whisper. “We’re going to figure it out.”

“Okay,” my sister says, standing and giving me a kiss on the forehead. “You’re a marvel, Ella,” she whispers. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll see you at the hospital tomorrow.”

I nod, but don’t look at her, instead staring at my son. My new baby, this much- and long–desired

child who is finally, finally here.

shut behind Cora, but I don’t take my eyes away from Rafe

hair. “This is the start

ready for it?”

my head to grin up at my mate, eager. “I’m ready for it. I’ve been waiting for this my whole

Cora

doors of the palace but I also feel oddly…complete. It’s more than the general happiness I feel after one of my patients safely delivers a healthy child. Of course, that’s normal, I think, considering

in the air. More than just a job well done. I reflect, suddenly, that maybe it’s the knowledge that I have a new little nephew now, to raise and to help discover the world. There’s something

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the bottom of the steps, wanting to make sure that it’s safe to leave,

without turning who it belongs to. I turn, meeting Roger’s eyes. “I hear we’re going to be

over to me, his hands sunk deep in his pockets.” Well, that’s not much of a surprise. The two

me. Close enough that I can almost feel his words as breath on my cheek, as well as hear them. “But only one of us is the

little awkward. I haven’t talked to

see his

even doing here?

He gives a casual little shrug, looking out at the newly–quiet city. “The troops quelled the riots, but that doesn’t mean that everyone went home and no one’s lurking in

I snap, turning away from him and heading down the steps to where my car is parked.

calls after me, his voice

him. “What, Roger! I don’t need you

what?” he asks, challenging me. “You don’t need help getting home? Or

Roger,” I growl, almost through my teeth, shaking my head at him. “Seriously? Now? You want to dig into this now, after months of silence

voice angry now. “The absolute nothing that is

mouth to throw his words back at him, but he’s too quick for

Roger pushes, “how could I?

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that the great barrier? Have you never heard

over a phone, Cora?” Roger asks, closing the distance between us, his voice hurt now as well as mad.