Chapter 297 – 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.

he says, his eyes flicking between Sinclair and

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

finality, letting Sinclair know he’s free from my interrogation. “We’ll look

eyes on my baby. “Ella,” Sinclair says slowly, admonishing. I look

wants children they can’t have. If Hank also isn’t on the same page with her about kids, then

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

Roger?” I ask, still bristling that he didn’t let me get information that

staring into space and considering it. “Actually, I don’t know…” He brings his eyes back to

too stupid enough to not talk to each

as trouble does,” Sinclair sighs, leaning back on the

I kiss him on his little head. “Don’t worry, baby,” I whisper to him. “I’ll teach you my troublesome ways. And

laugh in his chair, but doesn’t bother to counter

three of us exhausted by the activities of the day. But Cora finally gave us the go–ahead when Rafe’s final set of tests came back clean

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

to be presents from friends and well–wishers. See?” He points to one

my lip against the sudden rush of feelings, overwhelmed by

towards the stairs. “We’re

bear!” I cry, looking over my shoulder at it as Sinclair guides me up the stairs,

there in the morning,”

I sigh, nodding to his wisdom and allowing myself to be shepherded upstairs. When we reach the door to our bedroom, though, my eyes fill with tears again as I look

he murmurs, taking my chin between his fingers, exhausted but wanting to be there for me. “What is it this time? What’s

little, looking between him and the baby. “Just…we’re bringing him home for the first time, Dominic. Putting him to sleep in his own little bed. It’s just…” I shrug, not really knowing

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