Accidental Surrogate For Alpha Novel Chapter 5
Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
Ella
âNo, I understand.â I murmur into the phone. âThanks for listening at least.â
I wearily hang up the line, burying my head in my hands. I spent all morning calling in every favor and
loan I possibly could, throwing my dignity right out the window to beg my friends and acquaintances in
my time of need.
Iâve never thought of myself as a proud woman, but begging this way was more of a challenge than I
could have imagined.
I only wish I could help Cora as well as myself. Sheâs still waiting to hear if sheâll be fired, and while
sheâs not supposed to be handling any samples, she got permission to do my tests this afternoon. After
all, Iâve already been inseminated, so her supervisor didnât see any risk of further negligence.
Still, Iâm far from excited when I walk through the front doors of the sperm bank. Ten days ago I was
heartsore but optimistic for the future, yearning for a baby more than anything else in the world. Now
Iâm dreading the exam.
However my trepidation soon gives way to surprise, because as soon as I enter the facility I have the
strangest feeling that Dominic Sinclair is near. It takes me a while to actually find him, behind closed
doors with Coraâs bosses in a luxurious, glass-walled conference room, but I donât have the faintest
idea how I knew he was present. I also donât understand why I feel drawn to him: after all, heâs ruined
both my sisterâs and my own life. I shouldnât be excited to see him.
It was dumb luck that I stumbled across his path, the conference room is on the way to Coraâs office,
but I find myself stopping to observe the meeting inside. Iâm struck speechless when I lay eyes on him.
Is it possible that heâs 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 it truly just feels like being
kicked while Iâm down. The bastard has a heart of stone, and still the universe has rained endless gifts
upon him while people like Cora and I have nothing.
Shaking myself out of my trance, I continue down the hall, though I feel the weight of dark eyes on my
back as I retreat. Cora has clearly been crying when I arrive. Her eyes are red and her cheeks splotchy,
though she tries to hide it.
âHey.â I greet her gently, wrapping her up in a hug. She leans into me, squeezing tight and lingering far
longer than she usually would. âIs there any news?â
âSinclair is in there finalizing it all now. Iâm going to be given formal termination notice this afternoon.â
She shares, sniffling slightly.
âIâm so sorry, honey.â I croon, rubbing her back.
âItâs okay.â She lies, pulling away. âHow are you hanging in there?â
âNot very well.â I confess. âIâm sort of dreading this, to be honest.â
âItâs amazing how fast things can change, huh?â She asks, looking as though she might burst into
tears. âI mean, what are we going to do, Elle?â
âWell figure it out.â I promise. âWeâve been in tight spots before.â I remind her, âremember the summer
we slept in boxes on the street after we ran away from the orphanage?â
âYeah,â She nods with a sad smile. âBut itâs winter now, I donât think weâll last long in the elements. And
you werenât pregnant then.â
âYeah well, if Iâm pregnant nowâ¦.â I canât look her in the eyes as I say this, âI donât think Iâm going to
stay that way.â
âWhat?â Cora exclaims, looking horrified. âBut this is your only chance! And we arenât completely
hopeless, youâve got time to try to figure out a plan B.â
That phrase alone reminds me of Mike, and I realize I havenât shared my latest news with Cora. âI canât
afford a baby even if I do find a job. Iâm going to be paying off my debts for years to come.â I share,
filling her in on the details of Mike and Kateâs latest betrayal.
âI canât believe this!â She bursts out when Iâm finished. âIt just isnât fair, Ella! I mean, I thought we paid
our dues, I thought we were done with suffering. After everything weâve been through, we deserve a
better future than this! You deserve to be a mom â no one loves children more than you do.â
âAnd you deserve to be a doctor.â I reply. âYou worked so hard.â
âI still donât think you should give up yet.â She frowns. âYou can terminate the pregnancy up until the
end of the first trimester. It would be a tragedy if you aborted it, then pulled off a miracle and it turned
out you could have kept it. Donât take that risk. Keep the baby until the very last moment.â
âI donât think miracles happen to people like me.â I remark softly. âBesides that seems kind of like itâs
own form of torture â the longer I carry the baby the more attached Iâm going to get. I donât want this to
hurt any worse than it has to.â
âItâs going to hurt no matter what.â Cora reasons, âYou ought to give yourself a chance â keep the door
open. Donât give up hope completely.â
âLetâs just find out if I have to make that decision in the first place.â I state, changing the subject. âI may
not even be pregnant.â Yet even as I say it, I can feel in my heart that I am.
âOkay.â Cora agrees, pulling a sterile cup wrapped in plastic from one of her cabinets. âYou know what
to do.â
I take the cup and quickly duck into the bathroom to provide a urine sample, returning it to her almost
immediately. I pace back and forth across the office as Cora runs the tests. âWell?â I press, seeing the
results pop up on her computer screen.
She offers me a sad smile. âCongratulations little sister, youâre going to have a baby.â
I told myself that I wouldnât fall to pieces no matter the results, but as soon as the words are out of her
mouth Iâm crying. Iâve been waiting to hear those words for years and was beginning to think I never
would. Itâs both unimaginable joy, and unimaginable pain. I never knew my heart could hold such
conflicting emotions at the same time, let alone in such extremes. âReally?â
âReally.â Cora confirms, hugging me. âCome on, letâs do an ultrasound. You can hear the heartbeat.â
âIsnât it too early?â I squeak.
âJust one of the benefits of being at the finest lab in the country.â Cora quips, the words bittersweet on
her tongue. âOur technology is years ahead of whatâs available in public hospitals.â
Climbing onto the raised exam table, I lay back and lift my top, not bothering to change into a gown or
cover my clothes with a sheet, I simply 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 squirts a dollop of
jelly on my tummy. She pressed the wand to my skin, and before long a tiny heartbeat sounds â
making me cry all over again.
However Cora is frowning deeply. âThis is so strange, the baby seems awfully large, but we tested you
at your last visit to be sure you werenât already pregnant.â
âWhat does that mean?â I ask anxiously. âIs the father just a big guy?â
âI donât just mean size â I mean development.â Cora purses her lips and furrows her brows as she
studies the images, suddenly looking very worried. Sheâs whispering now, speaking to herself more
than to me. âIt doesnât look human⦠but that canât be⦠itâs not possible.â
âWhat are you talking about?â I inquire, âHow can you tell? Isnât it just a tiny blob?â
âAs I said, our tech is state of the art. It doesnât just highlight shapes â it analyzes the molecular
structure.â Before she can say another word, the door bursts open, startling us both. To my shock and
horror, Dominic Sinclair is standing in the doorframe, glaring at us as if weâve done something terrible.
âWhatâs the meaning of this?â He demands.
âWhatâs the meaning of this? I repeat in shock, âwhatâs the meaning of you barging into a private
exam?!â
âBecause,â He declares fiercely, and I swear his eyes are almost glowing with rage. âI can smell my
pup.â