Chapter 485 – Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel

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Her own face is streaked with tears of joy when I look up at her. “What do you think, Cora?” she asks quietly. “Will you let the nurses clean him up and wrap in him in a blanket? And I’ll check you out, see if I can heal you up?” “Oh,” I say, suddenly remembering that – yeah, the baby needs to be checked.

And I laugh as the nurse comes close, reaching for him. “I’m sorry,” I say, shaking my head. “I didn’t mean to yell at you earlier -” “It’s okay, you didn’t,” the nurse says, grinning at me as she takes the baby from my arms. “You’re just an excited new mom and the birth went beautifully, no complications, so there’s no harm in wanting to hold him first.” My eyes follow the nurse as she carries the baby across the room to be weighed and checked out by the doctor. But the nurse is right – everything went well, and the baby looked fine to me. I don’t anticipate any problems.

“You lucky thing,” Ella murmurs, sitting down next to me and holding her hands out, palm up. “I basically bled out after my traumatic pregnancy, and you get away scot-free?” “Don’t be jealous, Ells,” I sigh, placing my hands on top of hers and laughing a little. “I’m sure your next one will be perfectly smooth.” She flinches a little, looking up at me with wide eyes, and I turn my head to the side, not understanding her reaction. But then she just grins and shakes her head, dismissing it. “I’m sure it will,” she says with a happy sigh. “Now, does anything hurt?” “Aren’t I the one who usually asks that?” I murmur in reply, leaning my head on Roger’s shoulder, starting to feel my exhaustion now more than I did before.

Ella laughs and closes her eyes, starting to call upon her gift. I feel it when it starts to sweep through me, and I sit up a little with curiosity. This isn’t the first time Ella has healed me, of course, but this is the most conscious I’ve been for it and I can really feel it this time – the way the gift runs through me, seeking out the parts of me that hurt and sweeping through them piece by piece until… Well, until I feel completely fine.

“There,” Ella says, taking her hands away and opening her eyes. “All good?” “Yeah,” I say, laughing a little. ” Honestly, Ella, it’s still crazy that you can do that.” “Thank mom, not me,” she murmurs, standing up when the nurse brings the baby back. He’s not crying anymore, even though he fusses a little unhappily in his swaddled blanket. I see Ella bite her lip and tuck her hands behind her back, and I laugh when I realize that she’s actively stopping herself from grabbing the baby because she wants to hold him so badly – “Take him, Ella!” I say, encouraging my sister, who I know will love this child his whole life almost as much as I will. “You can hold him.” “No,” she says, nodding towards Roger. “His dad should have that honor first.” “Yeah, Cora,” Roger grumbles beside me. “It’s my kid too.” “Oh, shut up,” I sigh, taking the baby back from the nurse and turning a little so I can see Roger better. “You’re scared to hold the baby and you know it.” “Well,” Roger says, hesitating as he takes his arms from around me and starts to reach for the baby, stopping at the last minute. “He’s very small…” “I’ll go get Dominic,” Ella whispers, slipping out of the room. “Give you two a minute alone.” The birthing nurses and obstetrician likewise skirt out, giving us a moment, though I’m well aware that they have work to do over the next couple hours now that the baby is born.

“Are you ready?” I ask, preparing to pass the baby to Roger, who really does look at the infant with wide eyes.

“I’m used to them when they’re bigger,” he murmurs. “Rafe I can handle…” “Come on, new daddy,” I laugh. “You can do it.” And then I slip our newborn son into Roger’s arms And I swear, I see his heart completely melt.

“Hey, little guy,” Roger murmurs, his lips trembling a little as he looks the baby over from head to toe. The baby presses his eyes shut and gives a frowning little mew. “Oh, it’s all right,” Roger sighs. “It’s nice here, I promise. You’ll cheer up really soon.” The baby yawns in reply, and both of our faces break into ridiculous smiles.

“He’s amazing,” Roger says, beaming as he raises his head look at me in wonder. “I didn’t – damn it, Cora, I didn’t know I could love someone this much -” “What about me!?” “Someone besides you,” Roger says, rolling his eyes. “You’re my mate, Cora, obviously that’s different.” “Damn well better be,” I murmur, bending over the baby and stroking the skin of his perfect, tiny face with the tip of my finger. Roger leans close, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice so quiet I barely hear him. “You’re amazing Cora. I’m so grateful for you, and for him, and everything you did to bring him into this world.” I smile as I raise my eyes to my mate’s and then I kiss him for real, passing all of those sentiments back down the bond. Because this little baby – he really is both of ours, equal parts of both of us, the perfect embodiment of everything we mean to each other.

And quite suddenly, he’s our entire world.

“So, what do you think,” I say a moment later when I break the kiss, looking back down at the baby. “Does the name still fit?” “Yeah, I think the name still fits,” Roger says, his lips turning up in a smile as he looks the baby over. “I think it’s perfect.” “All right,” I say, beaming down at our kid. “Then welcome, to the world, little J-” But then, the door opens, and I see Ella peeking in.

“I gave you a full five minutes,” she squeaks. “But I don’t think I can bear it any longer-” I laugh, reaching out a hand towards her. “Come in!” When the door opens, I see Sinclair and Henry peering curiously behind her, both eager to set their eyes on the baby. Only Rafe isn’t excited, but he has an excuse because he’s curled sleeping in Sinclair’s arms. My smile widens as the my family starts to troop in.

“Wow,” Sinclair murmurs, bending over to peer at the little baby in his brother’s arms. “He’s beautiful, Cora. Congratulations.” “Roger!” I say, laughing and giving him a little shove. “Let them hold the baby!” “I would,” Roger says, looking over at his family with a big smile. “But I’m afraid to move. I don’t want to drop him.” I laugh, reaching to take the baby from Roger and then turning to place him in Ella’s waiting arms, which are practically vibrating with their eagerness to hold her new nephew.

“Oh!” Ella squeaks, one hand going to her mouth as she looks down at our perfect little baby boy. “Oh, he’s so perfect! And so little! And so cute – oh I didn’t think he’d be cute like this ” “Excuse me,” Roger says, sitting back against the pillows and crossing his arms over his chest. “You didn’t think my baby would be cute!?” Ella laughs, shaking her head and not bothering to look at my mate. “No, not like that, Roger, don’t be ridiculous – I just – I expected him to be dark, like Rafe – like you and Dominic -” she grins, studying her nephew. “But his hair is lighter,” she murmurs, running her fingertips over his soft fuzz of hair, “like Cora’s. It’s beautiful.” I beam as I watch my sister fall in love with her nephew, as I watch Sinclair look over her shoulder at him with pride.

“What did you -” Ella says, lifting her head in sudden surprise and looking between Roger and I. “What did you call him? Do we finally get to know?” “Well,” I say, sitting up straight now, feeling quite formal all of a sudden. ” Ella, Dominic, Henry – Roger and I are very pleased to introduce you to your nephew and grandson…Jesse. Jesse Sinclair.” Ella gives another sudden squeak as her hand again goes to her mouth. “Oh my god,” she murmurs, pressing her eyes shut against her sudden tears, ” it’s so perfect – oh, I can’t handle it, Dominic, you have to take him -” Sinclair moves fast now, passing the sleeping Rafe to a laughing Henry and then reaching for Jesse, taking my tiny baby into the crook of his gigantic arm and beaming down at the newest member of the Sinclair tribe as Ella wipes at her tears with the back of her hand.

“What a little tiger,” Sinclair murmurs, grinning at Jesse and running a broad palm over the baby’s head.

“May I?” Henry asks, eager to meet his grandson. And Sinclair smiles, waiting patiently as Ella darts over to lift Rafe out of Henry’s arms so that Jesse can take the place of honor.

“Well well, little grandson,” Henry says, smiling softly at the little baby who fusses in his arms once Sinclair passes him over. “Don’t worry, I’ll send you back to your mother soon I know she’s the one you want. I just want to get a good look at you. Do you know who I am? Grandpa?” Henry smiles and lowers his face to kiss the baby’s head. ” I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you, little Jesse,” he murmurs. “We’re all very glad you’re here.” The next few minutes pass in a haze of happiness with everyone marveling at the newest, freshest member of our family, each of us wondering a little absently about his future, about how much we’re going to love him. Somehow, inevitably, he ends up back in my arms and though I’m glad his family all got a chance to say hello, I admit that there’s a great deal of relief to have him back with me.

“Right here, where you belong, little baby,” I murmur, staring down into my son’s face as he starts to drift off to sleep, frowning a little and making me laugh.

“Here with your family that loves you.” The doctors and nurses come in a little after that and the room is busy, though I admit I don’t catch much of it, too distracted by the sight of my sleeping baby and my own exhaustion. Roger gets up from the bed to go and fill out the birth certificate paperwork and do some other things – I don’t know what – while I stay in the bed, just spending some quiet time with the baby. Eventually, though, I feel a familiar hand on my shoulder.

“Congratulations, Cora,” Hank says when I look up, and my face bursts into a grin. “He’s really beautiful.” “Thanks, Hank,” I say, smiling at him and covering his hand with mine. But then I blink, quite suddenly, to see a familiar face behind him. “Oh, Sarah!” I say, smiling at her too. “Did you come to see the baby?” “Actually,” she says, biting her lip – and then, to my surprise, wrapping her arm around Hank’s. “I came with him. He said it would be all right – is it all right?” “Of course, it’s all right,” I say, laughing a little and looking between them. “I just – I didn’t know – ” “Wait, what!?” Ella says, gasping and coming to my side. “What’s all this!?” Hank, I grin to see, blushes and waves his hand, dismissing it. “It’s not important right now we don’t want to take away from the baby – ” “Hank!” Ella says, laughing and smacking him on the shoulder, “why didn’t you tell us!? Sarah!” she exclaims, stepping forward to wrap her arms around our friend. “I’m so happy for you two!” “Thanks,” Sarah says, laughing and blushing as well. “But really – I don’t want to distract -” Ella hugs her again as Hank turns back to me, smiling his quiet smile and slipping his hands into his pockets.

“I’m glad I was here,” Hank says, though equally glad my presence was unnecessary. Your doctor said that everything went beautifully.” “It did,” I say, grinning at him. ” Thank you for coming, Hank,” I say, meaning it genuinely.

“Anything for you, Cora,” he replies, giving me a quiet smile. “And for this family.

I’ll miss you all when I’m gone.” “What?” I ask, my eyes going suddenly wide. “Where…where are you going?

“Well,” Hank says, sighing contentedly as he wraps an arm around Sarah’s shoulders. “With Ella here in the city able to patch up anyone pretty much instantly and cure a variety of diseases just by holding people’s hands, there’s not as much use for me here.” “Oh!” Ella squeaks, and I laugh because I can tell that she feels guilty for making Hank feel a little redundant.

“No, Ella,” Hank says, grinning at her. “Sarah and I just talked about it and I think we can be of more use up in the Northern provinces. There’s a great deal of people there – both humans and wolves – who are without healthcare, and especially without a surgeon.” He shrugs. “I think we can do some good.” “I think that’s really cool, Hank,” I say, grinning at him.

“I think it’s right,” he says, smiling at me. “But still, I’m glad we got to be here for this, and to meet Jesse.” “I’m glad too,” I say softly, smiling at my friend. Because as much as my life is full now, and I have less and less time to spend at the clinic…I will certainly miss him.

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