My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 159: For Two
Raelynn shifted slightly on the bed, glancing at the clock. Her stomach let out a soft grumble, and she sighed, wondering when Hera would arrive with her dinner. It had become routine—Hera would knock on her door, balancing a tray with warm food, always chatting about something lighthearted to keep her company while she ate. But tonight, there was no knock, no familiar voice at the door. Just silence.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden creak of the door swinging open. She looked up, expecting Hera, but instead, Elion stood there, his tall frame leaning casually against the doorframe, one hand resting on his hip while the other held onto the door.
Raelynn blinked. "Okay, not Hera."
"Nice to see you, too." Elion smirked, stepping into the room. "Come on. We're having dinner downstairs."
Elion moved toward her, ignoring her questioning looks as he bent down. Before she could protest, he slipped an arm under her knees and another around her back, effortlessly lifting her up.
Raelynn stiffened at the sudden contact, her hands instinctively clutching the fabric of his shirt. "Elion—"
"No complaints," he cut her off smoothly, walking toward the door. "Unless you'd rather starve up here."
She pursed her lips. She could argue, but the truth was, she was too hungry to fight him on this. Still, she felt the need to say something. "I could've walked, you know. My foot isn't completely useless."
"Yes, but this is faster." There was a teasing lilt in his voice, and as he descended the stairs with her in his arms, he added, "Besides, you seem to like it."
Raelynn felt heat creep up her neck. "I do not."
"You're not exactly resisting."
She exhaled sharply. "I just didn't want to hurt your pride by pushing you away when you're being… considerate for once."
Elion chuckled, a deep, rich sound. "Considerate, huh? I'll take that."
Raelynn huffed, turning her face away from him, but even that didn't stop the warmth spreading across her skin. She still remembered—clear as day—when Elion had said, with that signature smirk of his, that he would become her "foot" until her injury healed.
At the time, she had rolled her eyes and told him not to be ridiculous. But Elion, being Elion, hadn't given her much choice in the matter. He had simply scooped her up like it was the most natural thing in the world and carried on, completely ignoring her protests. And now, here they were.
So, really, it wasn't like she was enjoying this or anything. She was just respecting his choice. That was all.
She peeked up at him from beneath her lashes. His face was relaxed, eyes focused ahead, but there was something smug in the way he held her—like he knew exactly what she was thinking.
Raelynn's lips pressed into a thin line. It wasn't like she was silently enjoying being in his arms. Clearly not.
By the time they reached the dining room, Raelynn was already distracted by something else. The setting was… different. The usual grand dining table had been set for only two, positioned near the window where the soft glow of the night sky filtered in. A flickering candle sat between their plates, casting a warm golden hue over the table. Fresh flowers adorned the center, their delicate fragrance mingling with the aroma of the prepared dishes.
Raelynn eyed him suspiciously as he gently set her down onto the chair. "What's with this?"
"Dinner," he answered simply, taking his seat across from her.
"No, I mean—" she gestured vaguely at the table, "why does this look like… like a…"
"A what?" Elion propped his chin on his hand, lips curling at the corners.
She hesitated, then shook her head. "Never mind."
Instead of answering, Elion began serving her plate, placing small portions of the perfectly arranged dishes before her. As she picked up her fork, she glanced around. "Where's Sloane? I thought she was here tonight."
Elion waved a hand dismissively. "Who knows? Maybe she ran off to rekindle an old flame with Zake."
Raelynn chuckled, amused. "You think?"
"I wouldn't be surprised." He leaned back slightly. "But let's not think about Sloane. Just eat."
She took a small bite, savoring the taste, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this dinner felt different. It reminded her of the night before she fell into the lake—the soft lighting, the quiet intimacy of it all. Pushing the thought aside, she focused on her meal.
Elion, however, broke the silence first. "Is there anywhere you'd like to go once your foot is healed?"
Raelynn swallowed her bite before answering. "Of course. The city library—"
"Other than that place." His voice was suddenly cool, his expression neutral.
She blinked. "I… don't know. I haven't thought about it."
Elion set down his fork and met her gaze. "I have some ideas. Places we can go. Something fun."
Raelynn tilted her head, slightly amused. "What's wrong with the library?"
"You need to see more than just walls lined with books."
She let out a small laugh. "Fine. Where do you want to take me?"
His lips curved into a small, satisfied smirk. "Just wait and see."
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Raelynn watched him for a moment. He was different tonight—still sharp with his words, but there was something softer underneath.
Elion then extended his hand, curling only his index finger. "It's a promise."
She stared at it, puzzled. "Don't you mean a pinky promise?"
"No. I want to use my index finger."
Raelynn couldn't help but laugh at the childish stubbornness in his tone. "Alright then." She lifted her own index finger and intertwined it with his. "Promise."
As their fingers touched, she felt a warmth spread through her chest, an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation. She looked up at Elion, and for the briefest moment, his expression was unreadable, his eyes locked onto her as if memorizing the moment.
Then, as if realizing something, he pulled away, casually picking up his glass as if nothing had happened.
Raelynn chuckled to herself. She never thought she'd see this side of Elion—stubborn, slightly awkward, and strangely endearing.
Maybe… just maybe… she liked it.
