Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate - Season 5 Episode 89

Five and a half months later

There is a strange atmosphere in the palace today and I admit that I don’t know how to feel, because everything is half fear and half expectation.

At least, that’s how it is for everyone else.

For me? For me it’s just a huge discomfort.

“She,” Cora scolds me as she tries to bend down and pick up one of Rafe’s socks off the floor. “Let me do that –”

“I can do it!” I gasp, reaching for it.

But then I stumble and almost fall, and Cora grabs me by the shoulders.

“Enough!” “She,” she snaps, shaking her head at me. “Back to the nest! Stop getting out of this! You’re six full months pregnant, Ella, full term! For God’s sake, if you fall, I’m afraid you’ll split like a watermelon and spill the baby.

“That might be better,” she murmured, looking at the errant sock and doing as my sister says, returning to my bed. “This baby is big and I don’t really want to take him out.”

“Well, what did you expect?” Cora says, placing the sock in a basket and walking behind me to the bed. “You decided to have babies with the most gigantic man I have ever seen.”

“First,” I say, holding up a finger as I sink into my bed and begin to slide my legs under the covers, “I didn’t choose to have children with that gigantic man, I chose a cute, skinny sperm donor for myself.” my first child…

“Yeah, well, you chose to have the second baby,” Cora reminds me, raising an eyebrow as she sits on the edge of the bed.

“And second,” I say, choosing to ignore her logic, “Rafe was a little baby. It is not my fault that she is happy to stay as long as she can.” I sigh, rest my head against the pillows and place my hands on either side of my belly.

“Poor sister,” Cora coos, reaching out to caress my stomach as well. “She will be here very soon.”

What Cora says is true. I’ve already been in labor for a couple of hours. I’m having mild, irregular contractions that Cora says are unlikely to be Braxton Hicks at this late stage. So, the girl will arrive soon, even if she is also taking her time for this.

“Do you remember how crazy he was?” I say softly, my mind drifting back to the past. “When was Rafe born?”

“Yes,” she answers. “You miss him?”

I look at her through my eyelids, smiling a little. “Do I miss almost dying and fearing for my life, having to stop and give birth in a strange palace because the roads to the hospital were blocked?”

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She shrugs her shoulders. “Good and you?”

“Maybe a little,” she murmured, and then she laughed, shaking her head. “It was all very exciting. The poor girl needs a scandal too.”

“We’ll make a big deal out of it,” Cora says, running her hand comfortingly over my stomach. “Besides, in two months we will have his baptism, and then it will be Aunt Cora’s revenge.”

“Cora,” I moaned. “Honestly, it wasn’t that bad -”

“I’m going to come back soaked,” she says, smiling at me, “covered in mud, with a crazy story about your daughter’s future…”

“You know,” I say, sitting up on my elbows and looking at her, “you don’t have to be her godmother…”

“Oh, whatever, Ella,” Cora says, rolling her eyes and laughing. “As if you had other friends.”

“I have many friends – -“I protest, with my mouth open, but our completely unserious fight ends abruptly when the door opens and our companions enter, with our children in their arms.

Rafe turns in Sinclair’s arms and lets out a small cry of happiness when he sees me. “Mother!” “He,” he calls me, raising his hands above his head and then leaning down to reach me.

“Whoa, kid,” Sinclair says, laughing and catching Rafe before he throws himself to the ground in his eagerness to get to me. When they’re halfway across the room, Sinclair pulls Rafe to his feet and he stumbles toward the bed, breaking my heart because of how cute he is.

“Hey, Rafey!” I call, approaching him. He hits the side of the bed and laughs, reaching for me, and Cora obliges by lifting him up so he can crawl over to me and snuggle into my arms.

“God, when did he get so big?” Cora murmurs, shaking her head at Rafe.

“Don’t remind me,” I say with a sigh, pulling my little one closer and giving him a big kiss on the head. He is one now. I cried the whole day of his birthday. Honestly, Sinclair was a little scared.

“He’s a braggart,” Roger says, his voice a little bitter as he sits next to Cora with Jesse on his lap. Sinclair moves to the other side of the bed so she can sit in his spot next to me.

“Roger is just jealous,” he says, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek. “Because Rafe is faster than Jesse.”

“Jesse is six months old,” Cora says, rolling her eyes at the dads.

“He could be faster for six months,” Sinclair says dryly, trying to hold back his smile.

“Don’t worry, Jesse,” Roger says lovingly to his son, caressing him.

Gently brushing the silky brown hair that has begun to grow on his head. “Someday you will beat that meatball; you are lighter and faster.

I burst out laughing at my family’s ridiculousness, shaking my head at them all. “I can’t believe you’re debating which kid is going to win a foot race,” I say, “when I’m lying here in agony…”

“She’s not in agony,” Cora says, waving a dismissive hand, “at least not yet…”

“In agony,” I insist, reaching out to pat her arm.

“I’m sorry, my queen,” Sinclair sighs, wrapping his arms around me. “But the good news is that everything is resolved for now. Roger and I have cleared our calendars, so now there’s nothing to do but focus on you.

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“Yeah, you better make it fun,” Roger jokes. “When Cora was in labor, there were drinks; You have to live up to this, Ella.”

Cora laughs and punches her partner, shaking her head at him. She shudders and then falls onto the mattress in mock agony, taking Jesse with him and making the baby laugh, muttering something about an abusive wife and mother.

I laugh at them but turn to put my head on Sinclair’s shoulder. “How is he doing there?” Asked. “All good?”

“There’s nothing to worry about,” she murmurs.

“I know,” I say quietly, looking at him closely. “It doesn’t mean I don’t want to know. He is also my nation.”

Sinclair gives me a small, sad smile and presses his forehead against mine. He then relays a ton of information across our link at once, allowing me to see and feel that the Atalaxians have been taking advantage of him. They are aware that our military is recovering rapidly and that the Atalaxians are losing the influence they once had. It means everything is going according to plan, but it also means an increase in actual fighting on the front lines.

“I’m sorry, Dominic,” he murmured, placing a hand on his cheek. “I know it’s not easy to send people to war.”

“There’s nothing to worry about today,” he sighs, turns his head and places a kiss on my palm. “Today is about you and the baby.”

I nod, agree, letting us move on to that better thought. It’s been harder than I thought it would be to separate our happy personal lives from the trials of war when you’re the King and

the Queen… in many ways, the two merge with each other.

But we’ve been pretty good at celebrating our happy moments when we have them. It’s practically all we can do.

“I can’t believe you haven’t named the baby yet,” Roger says, interrupting us with a frown. “Haven’t you named Rafe that from the beginning?”

“We did it,” I say quietly, running my hand over my stomach. “But it was easy: he told us what he liked.” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“With this one, we’ve chosen names that we like,” Sinclair says. “But we told her, like you did with Jesse, and she didn’t point out anything notable.”

“So, we’re waiting to see what she’ll look like when she’s born. See if something clicks.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Cora says, smiling softly at me. “Very old school, very human, when a lot is already known about these wolf children before they are born.”

“I know,” I say, smiling at my stomach. “I think it’s cool that she’s so different.”

“The next one we have,” Roger says, laying Jesse on his stomach so Jesse can practice lifting his head with a little tummy time, “we’re just pulling a name out of a hat. Keeping it spicy.”

Cora lowers her eyelids a little and shakes her head, making me laugh.

But the laughter ends very quickly when another contraction begins. I breathe out a long breath, closing my eyes as my body tenses somewhere low inside me. It’s still not exactly painful, but it is intense.

“It’s time to set the stopwatch, Dad,” Cora says, pointing at Sinclair. “I think they’re close enough to start timing them.”

“I’m on it,” Sinclair says, pressing a kiss to my cheek as he jumps out of bed. “And in the middle, we can put the kids on the floor and use the stopwatch with them, see which one is really faster…”

“Oh my God,” she murmured, breathing through the pain.

Cora laughs. “We are not going to compete with babies while we wait for Ella to give birth!” she says, yelling at my partner as he hides in the closet to find the stopwatch he uses at the gym.

“Oh, honey,” Roger says, sitting with Jesse in his arms, patting Cora’s knee comfortingly. “Yes, we are”.