My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 227: Always Weird

Axel watches the last embers die out in the bathtub, ensuring every last piece of information is gone. The weight in his chest doesn’t ease, but at least now, there’s no physical proof left. He grabs the showerhead, turns on the water, and rinses the ashes down the drain. The smell of burnt paper lingers, but it’s better than leaving a trace.

When the last remnants are washed away, he shuts off the water and leans against the cool tiles, dragging a hand down his face. His mind is still racing, trying to make sense of what he’s just erased.

Elion and Raelynn… together? In the same hotel? The same hospital?

His gut tells him there’s a connection, but his brain refuses to accept it. Raelynn having Elion’s child? Impossible. It doesn’t add up.

Yet, the coincidences keep stacking.

Axel exhales sharply and steps out of the tub. He wraps a towel around his shoulders, grabs his toothbrush, and stares at himself in the mirror. He looks exhausted.

He brushes his teeth mechanically, trying to push away the thoughts clawing at his mind. Once he’s done, he splashes cold water on his face, hoping it’ll help clear his head. It doesn’t.

You’re overthinking this.

But what if he isn’t?

Pushing the thought away, he unlocks the door and steps out into the hallway. He half expects Thalia to still be glued to the couch, but instead, she’s in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge.

She barely spares him a glance. "Took you long enough."

Axel grunts in response, running a towel through his damp hair as he walks past her. He grabs a glass from the cabinet and fills it with water, leaning against the counter as he drinks.

Thalia closes the fridge, holding a carton of juice. She eyes him for a second before asking, "Are you good?"

His grip on the glass tightens.

"Yeah."

She doesn’t look convinced, but she doesn’t push. "You’re acting weird."

"I always act weird."

"True." She pours herself a drink and leans against the counter opposite him. "But this is different."

Axel doesn’t respond.

Thalia tilts her head, studying him. "Did something happen?"

Yes. But you can’t know.

"Nothing important."

She hums, clearly not buying it, but she lets it go. For now.

Axel finishes his water, places the glass in the sink, and heads toward his bedroom. "I’m going to sleep."

"At this hour?" Thalia calls after him.

"Yeah."

She doesn’t argue, but he can feel her eyes on him as he shuts his bedroom door.

The moment Axel’s bedroom door clicked shut, Thalia was on her feet.

She moved fast, silent, her bare feet barely making a sound against the floor. Her eyes flicked toward Axel’s door—still closed.

Good.

She turned and headed straight for the bathroom, clicking the door shut behind her.

Her heart pounded as she stood still, scanning the space like a hawk. Nothing seemed out of place. The towel Axel used earlier was draped over the rack. His toothbrush was still in the cup by the sink. A faint hint of steam clung to the air, the mirror slightly fogged from when he washed up.

Normal. Everything looked normal.

But something was off. He was off.

Thalia bit her lip, her fingers itching at her sides. Axel had been acting strange since he walked in. It wasn’t just the way he spoke—it was how he moved, the way his shoulders were too stiff, how he avoided looking at her for too long.

Her fingers twitched with the urge to do something.

To demand answers. To shake him until he told her exactly what the hell was going on.

But Thalia knew better. Axel wouldn’t just spill. He never did. He had spent so much time keeping things to himself that forcing it out of him wouldn’t work.

The bathroom.

He had stayed in here longer than usual.

Her eyes dropped to the floor, scanning for anything. Trash? A crumpled paper? Anything at all?

Nothing.

Frowning, she stepped forward, her fingers trailing along the counter. Her reflection stared back at her in the mirror, brows furrowed in concentration.

She looked down.

The sink was clean.

The counter was dry.

She crouched, opening the cabinet under the sink. Just spare toiletries. No hidden secrets.

Thalia huffed through her nose and shut it again.

Her gaze swept across the room before landing on the bathtub.

Axel was in here for a while.

Something had to be here.

Moving quickly, she stepped into the tub, her socks pressing against the cool surface. She turned in a slow circle, eyes flicking across every inch of the white porcelain. Then—

Her breath hitched.

A faint mark. A burn mark.

Thalia crouched, running her fingers along the spot. It wasn’t huge, but it was noticeable—a light discoloration, like something had been set on fire.

Thalia let out a slow breath, pressing her fingers against the burn mark again, as if touching it would somehow explain what had happened here.

Axel was never careless.

Never.

She knew her brother—knew how meticulous he was, how he cleaned up every trace, every detail, leaving nothing behind. It was a habit ingrained so deeply in him that it was practically instinct.

And yet, here it was. A trace. A mistake.

Her brows furrowed as she sat back on her heels.

His mind must be so tangled inside out for him to slip up like this.

The thought made her stomach twist.

She knew Axel could handle stress. He always had. He carried the weight of everything on his back and never once let it show. But this?

This was different.

Thalia tapped her fingers against the edge of the bathtub, trying to piece it together.

She stood up straight, looking around again. Burning something in the bathroom? What the hell was Axel hiding?

Her eyes flicked to the trash can. Empty. Of course, he wouldn’t leave anything that obvious.

Her fingers curled into fists.

Damn it, Axel.

She stood, exhaling sharply as she ran a hand through her hair. The longer she thought about it, the more irritated she became.

Her fingers clenched into fists.

This wasn’t just her brother being tired or stressed. This was something bigger.

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