Alpha and Dom His Human Surrogate
mur into the phone. “Than
ng calling in every favor and loan I possibly could, throwing my dignity r
woman, but begging this way was more o
hile she’s not supposed to be handling any samples, she got permission to do my tests this afternoon.
m bank. Ten days ago I was heartsore but optimistic for the future, yearnin
me a while to actually find him, behind closed doors with Cora’s bosses in a luxurious, glass-walled conference room, but I don’t have the faintest idea how I k
ay eyes on him. Is it possible that he’s gotten more attractive since the last time I saw him? It was already unfair that somebody that powerful and intelligent could be so handsome, but now
eight of dark eyes on my back as I retreat. Cora has clearly been crying when
She leans into me, squeezing tight and lingering fa
m going to be given formal termination notice t
oney.” I croon,
pulling away. “How ar
ess. “I’m sort of dread
She asks, looking as though she might burst into
s before.” I remind her, “remember the summer we slept in
winter now, I don’t think we’ll last long in
’t look her in the eyes as I say this, “
is your only chance! And we aren’t completely hope
ra. “I can’t afford a baby even if I do find a job. I’m going to be paying off my debts for
ht we paid our dues, I thought we were done with suffering. After everything we’ve been through, we
e a doctor.” I reply.
he end of the first trimester. It would be a tragedy if you aborted it, then pulled off a miracle and
seems kind of like it’s own form of torture – the longer I carry the baby the mo
ns, “You ought to give yourself a chance – keep
st place.” I state, changing the subject. “I may not even be pr
le cup wrapped in plastic from one o
ning it to her almost immediately. I pace back and forth across the office as Cora
ongratulations little sister,
’ve been waiting to hear those words for years and was beginning to think I never would. It’s both unimaginable joy, and unimag
me. “Come on, let’s do an ultraso
too early?
ntry.” Cora quips, the words bittersweet on her tongue. “Our te
expose my flat belly as Cora wheels in an ultrasound on a cart. Within minutes the machine is emitting a strange whoosh woosh woosh, and Cora
the baby seems awfully large, but we tested you at you
I ask anxiously. “Is th
as she studies the images, suddenly looking very worried. She’s whispering now, speaking
I inquire, “How can you tell
fore she can say another word, the door bursts open, startling us both. To my shock and horror, Dominic Sinclair is s
at in shock, “what’s the meaning of
d I swear his eyes are almost glowi