The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 296 – First Checkup

Ella

When we climb out of the ambulance, it seems like a whole team of doctors are waiting for us. I smile at them, a little anxious, as they come forward to escort us into the hospital and run us through our battery of checks. At my side I feel Sinclair shift into his Alpha protection mode, looking at everyone warily, glaring at anyone who comes even close to me and the baby.

I smirk when I notice it, glancing’up at his stern and dangerous expression, but I don’t dissuade him. Honestly, I kind of like it.

We are escorted quickly into a private room where Hank quickly consults with a panel of experts, clearly ordering a ton of tests. As he works, a smile breaks onto my face as I see Cora turn the corner.

“Cora!” I call, waving to her, Rafe fussing in my arms. Sinclair even glares at Cora as she approaches, though she gives him a curious little look that makes him check his expression. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “I’m feeling…protective.”

“Understandable,” she says, smiling and reaching for the baby. “Where is my little boy!”

“Heeere,” I sing, carefully handling over the little bundle to his auntie. We dressed him, before we left, in the little cream sleep sack that we had packed in the hospital bag.

“Cutieee,” Cora coos, holding the baby close and peering down at his little face. She beams at him for a moment before looking up at me. “First night go okay?”

I tell her the details of our first night while Sinclair stands firmly at my side, letting me communicate everything. As I speak, Hank and his team begin to break up, preparing the various checks and treatments that I’ll be receiving today. Then, he comes over to us.

are going to ensure that you’re perfectly healthy. And Cora and hers are going to make sure that Rafe

right, you’ll check everything,” Sinclair growls,

giving him a little smile. He sighs and nods, making me laugh. I can tell

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warm hand on her back between her shoulder

I chide myself for being happy that there might be discord in

that she, at least, knows that I’m lying to myself. But I give her a

apparently to be monitored and to give me some time to rest, but I find

the baby being out of the room, and snores

opens and Dr. Hank comes back into the room. “Sorry,” he says, giving me a little grimace. “I didn’t mean

snoring next to me and sit up in his chair. “It’s all right – I didn’t sleep well without the baby nearby anyway.” I

mothers do indeed sleep better if they have

at the idea, turning to Sinclair to see what he thinks, but he just blinks blearily at me.” Ella,” he says, “you spent hundreds of dollars on bassinets – now you want to put

wolves, not birds, but I ignore him, turning my attention back

you’re doing beautifully, Ella. Strikingly healthy – perhaps more than can

nod, understanding and accepting the mystery

all mothers had access to such a gift,” Hank says, smiling at me warmly. “That