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.

feel the weight of Sinclair’s body on the bed next to me as the door clicks shut

Sinclair sighs, pressing a kiss to my hair. “This is the start of a

ready for it?”

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

Cora

through the doors of the palace but I also feel oddly…complete. It’s more than the general happiness I

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 wonderful in

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wanting to make sure that it’s safe to

without turning who it belongs to. I turn, meeting

I ask, watching him as he walks slowly over to me, his hands sunk deep in his pockets.” Well, that’s not much of a surprise. The two lone siblings of the father

words as breath on my cheek, as well as

little laugh that spills out of me at that, and I look down at my feet. “Well,” I say, a little awkward. I haven’t talked to Roger in weeks, let alone this casually. “I suppose that’s up for debate, considering I’m a human amongst

see his hand reaching for mine. I flinch

you even doing here? Weren’t you so

then pulls his hand back, perhaps wanting to pretend like he never reached but for mine. 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 the dark wanting

down the steps to where my car is parked.

he calls after me, his voice full of

him. “What, Roger! I don’t need

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

“Seriously? Now? You want to dig into this now, after months of

angry now. “The absolute

my mouth to throw his words back at

if I wanted to,” Roger pushes, “how could I? You’re always with

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my eyes going wide. “Is that the great barrier? Have you never heard of this thing called

to have this conversation over a phone, Cora?” Roger asks, closing the distance between us, his