I nod, eager, and begin to push again. And push, and push. I gasp, laying back and panting as I feel the contraction end, and I look to Cora for instructions. Instead of a happy smile, though, I see her exchange an odd little glance with Hank. “What,” I demand, working to sit up and moaning at the

But still, in the brief moments when I can concentrate, I see Sinclair standing by my side, feel his hand in my own, and see our little baby wrapped up in a sheet in his arm – Just as he was in the dream state – And I find new determination within me. So, working hard to steady my breathing, to no

“He’s beautiful, Ella,” she says to me, giving me a warm smile. I open my mouth to confirm her observations when the door opens again, Hank and Roger coming into the room. Hank strides over to us, confident, though Roger hesitates a little, looking a little shocked after the night’s events. I laugh

“Cora,” Roger says, hesitating, and I see his hand reaching for mine. I flinch away. “What?” I ask, suddenly mad. “What are you even doing here? Weren’t you so eager to get home?” Roger hesitates and then pulls his hand back, perhaps wanting to pretend like he never reached out for mine. He gives

Ella When we climb out of the ambulance, it seems like a whole team of doctors are waiting for us. I smile at them, a little anxious, as they come forward to escort us into the hospital and run us through our battery of checks. At my side I feel Sinclair shift into his Alpha protection mode, looki