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Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 41

Chapter 41 – Parenting Cla*s

Ella

“Parenting cla*ses? Already?” I ask in surprise. “I’m only a few weeks along.”

“Yes, but we only have five months to prepare, and you don’t know anything about shifter children.”

Sinclair replies easily.

I’m sitting up in bed with a breakfast tray in my lap, while Sinclair sits in a bedside armchair watching

me like a hawk. It’s the morning after the attack and I haven’t been allowed to move a muscle, not even

to vomit on my own. I attempted to free my body from Sinclair’s strong arms when we woke so that I

could make a mad dash to the bathroom, but he ended up carrying me instead – holding my hair up

and rubbing my back until I was finished. In fact he’s been so attentive that he took the day off of work

to stay with me, and now he’s talking about going to our first birthing and parenting courses.

“Are shifter children all that different from human ones?” I ask, feeling a wave of anxiety.

“Well they gestate so much faster that I’d expect unique developmental milestones both during

pregnancy and infancy, and then there are certainly differences in ability and personality. All their

senses are heightened from day one, and they’ll need to learn about our ways and society – which

means you do too.” Sinclair reasons.

I frown. Suddenly I feel as though I’m way out of my depth. My child is going to be a little superhuman

miracle running circles around me, will I even be able to keep up? Before I realize what he intends,

Sinclair has reached out and smoothed my wrinkled brow with the pad of his thumb, a kind smile on his

face. “Don’t worry, sweet Ella. This is why I want us to go to cla*s, and we’re a team remember? I’ll

always be there to teach our pup the shifter side of things, all you have to worry about is loving him.”

I can’t help but smile at Sinclair’s tender a*surances, and it takes me a moment for his last word to click

in my brain. “You said “him”, you did the same thing the night I was spotting – I forgot until just now.” I

share, eyeing him curiously. “Is that just hopeful thinking because you need an heir… or do you know

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something I don’t?”

Sinclair smirks, grazing his knuckles over my cheeks. “I expect there are a few things I know that you

don’t.” He teases. “But yes, it’s a boy. I knew the moment I felt the me ntal link.”

“Really?” I gape, my hands naturally gravitating to my flat tummy. Sometimes it still feels terribly surreal

that there’s actually a life growing within me, and now – to think I have a son, it’s almost too much to

take in. I feel tears in my eyes, and Sinclair grins, brushing them away with the pad of his thumb.

“Really.” He confirms. “We’re going to have a little boy.”

Before I can stop myself, I push the breakfast tray aside and launch myself at Sinclair, wrapping my

arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly. He catches me with a chuckle, squeezing me

tightly and burying his face in my neck. He inhales deeply, his warm lips flush to my skin. “Are you

smelling me?” I ask, amusement clear in my voice.

“So?” He laughs, “you smell me all the time.”

“Yeah but that’s the baby.” I remind him, repeating the same explanation he’s given me a hundred

times.

“Well I like the way you smell.” Sinclair shrugs, nuzzling my hair. I wait for him to tell me this is also

because of the pup, but he doesn’t. Instead he emits a soft purr. “The baby likes it when we’re close

this way.” He tells me, and I realize our bodies are so tightly pressed together that he’s undoubtedly

able to connect to the child’s consciousness. “He can feel us both, and our happiness.”

“I wish I had a link to him like you do.” I admit, pulling away at long last.

“Don’t worry.” Sinclair murmurs, “I’ll always be here to tell you what he’s thinking and feeling.” His

hands slide from my body, and suddenly I feel a rush of cold air. I almost want to wrap myself back

around him, just to get that luscious warmth back, but Sinclair is already standing. “Now hop to it,

cuddlebug. Cla*s is in an hour.”

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“Hey you’re good at that!” I exclaim, looking over at Sinclair’s station. Our first a*signment in parenting

cla*s is properly diapering an infant (using a doll to stand in of course). There are eight other couples

joining us, all at varying stages of their own pregnancies. Having diapered many children through my

nannying days, I was confident that I could ace this part of the course, but I wasn’t prepared for Sinclair

to complete the task faster and equally as competently as I had.

He shrugs, the very picture of humility. “In my line of work you have to kiss a lot of babies.”

I roll my eyes – I highly doubt many politicians go as far as diapering the babies they kiss. In fact I

expect most of them probably pawn off the less pleasant duties of parenthood onto their wives – if they

ever lift a finger at all. “Maybe, but it’s more than that – isn’t it? I remember how great you were with

Millie and Jake.”

For whatever reason, Sinclair doesn’t seem to want to take credit for this. Instead a mischievous glint

appears in his eye. “Hey, how about we race?”

“That hardly seems fair, you have supernatural speed.” I whisper, careful not to be overheard.

Everyone here thinks I’m a wolf, and I’m doing my best not to give away my secret.

“Scared?” He challenges, waggling his eyebrows.

Perhaps another woman might laugh off this silly taunt, but I’ve never been one to back down from a

dare. “Fine.” \i answer, narrowing my eyes. “You’re on.”

Sinclair flashes me a wolfish grin. “Ready, set, go!”

At once I get to work, simulating a diaper change complete with wiping and powdering, before sliding

the baby doll over a clear diaper and doing up the tabs. Naturally Sinclair finishes about ten seconds

ahead of me, “ha! I win!”

Before I can reply, the instructor comes over to us with her arms crossed over her chest, “Parenting is

not a game, you two. Honestly Alpha, I should think you’d take this more seriously.”

We both straighten up, feeling chastised. I’m about to apologize when Sinclair points at me and says,

“She started it!”

I gape at him, and before I realize what’s happening a tiny growl vibrates in my chest. I have no idea

where the impulse came from – it’s just like that night at the campaign dinner. Before meeting Sinclair

I’d never growled a day in my life. It occurs to me that this is probably foolish – wolves don’t growl at

their Alpha’s unless they want a beating. Still, Sinclair can only smile. He drags me close and ducks his

head to my ear. “You’re lucky that was cutest little growl I’ve ever heard in my life.” He teases.

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“Why, what would you have done if it wasn’t?” I challenge.

“Keep it up and you’ll find out.” He promises ominously.

I shrug, “You deserved it, you threw me under the bus and you know it.” I try to keep my tone stern, but

inside my insides are veritable mush. I love seeing Sinclair’s playful side, and it seems the more time

we spend together the more it comes out. It’s nice to know he’s not strong, tough and terrifying 100% of

the time – a strong protector is a wonderful thing, but I want my baby to have a father who will play and

have fun with it too.

The instructor, having given up on us, moves on to the next couple. Still our amusement only lasts a

while. After diapers and cpr we move on to the birthing portion of the course, which is the last thing I

want to think about. Like most expectant mothers, I’m excited for the miracle and eager to meet my

baby, but I am absolutely dreading the pain of labor. I know it will be worth it in the end, but I’d rather

not think about it overly much.

The instructor seems to have no such sympathy, clearly believing that the best preparation is to know

every gorey detail ahead of time. Sinclair and I are seated on a yoga mat and my body is settled

between his legs, my back resting on his chest. At first I was supporting my own weight, but with a little

bit of encouragement I gradually leaned back against Sinclair, letting him support me completely.

The instructor is in front of the room, standing in front of a chart displaying a baby curled in the womb.

“The average werewolf baby is 9-12 pounds and 21-22 inches in length–”

I stop listening at this point, trying to wrap my brain around this information. “Did she say 9-12

pounds?” I squeak.

Sinclair strokes my belly, “Shifters are bigger than humans, remember?”

I’m shaking my head, “No – no, I can’t do this!” I whisper frantically. “I can’t have a 12 pound baby!

Delivering a small baby is terrifying enough now you’re telling me it’s going to be the size of a butterball

turkey! Nope, uh-uh, not happening!” I’m well on my way to genuine panic, and my voice is getting

louder by the minute. Other couples are turning to look at us, and if I don’t get it together quickly, I

might not only have a very public breakdown, but expose myself as a human too.