My Baby Daddy Isn't Human

Raelynn sighed softly as Hera adjusted her dress. The warm scent of lavender lingered in the air from her recent shower.

"I'm so sorry, Hera," she said. "I hate making you do all this—helping me shower, getting me dressed. I feel so helpless."

Hera smiled warmly, shaking her head as she smoothed the hem of Raelynn's dress. "It's no trouble at all, Raelynn. You're recovering, and it's important to take care of yourself. I'm glad to help, and honestly, it's kind of my job."

Raelynn wrinkled her nose, clearly unconvinced. "I just can't wait to do all of this myself again. But thank you. Really."

With a final pat on Raelynn's shoulder, Hera stepped back. "All done. Let's get you back to bed. I will bring breakfast to your room."

Raelynn shook her head. "No way. I've been lying around for too long. My back's already sore from all the resting. I think I need to move a bit, and breakfast at the table sounds like a good start."

Hera hesitated. "Are you sure? The stairs—"

"I'll manage," Raelynn interrupted with a determined smile. "And you'll be there to catch me if I fall."

Hera chuckled softly. "Alright, if you insist."

When they stepped into the dining room, Raelynn immediately noticed Elion and Sloane seated at the long dining table. For a change, Elion actually looked at his food instead of being buried in his documents. Sloane was lazily stirring her coffee, chatting about something Raelynn couldn't catch.

The second they spotted her, they froze in place. Sloane's eyebrows shot up in surprise, while Elion's lips pressed into a thin line.

"What are you doing here?" Sloane asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.

Raelynn blinked innocently, her lips curving into a small, teasing smile. "What do you mean? Am I not allowed to have breakfast now?"

"You are," Sloane replied, narrowing her eyes slightly, "but not here. Why bother coming down? Hera could've brought you breakfast upstairs."

"I thought it wasn't good for me to just lie around all day," Raelynn said lightly, moving slowly toward the table with Hera by her side. "I need to move, stretch my legs a little. So, why not join everyone for breakfast?"

Sloane opened her mouth to argue, but Elion's calm voice interrupted. "Let her be."

The room fell silent for a moment as Sloane closed her mouth, throwing a look at Elion before shrugging. "Fine. Suit yourself."

Raelynn glanced at Elion, half-expecting a scolding glare or a lecture about how she needed to rest. She'd already prepared herself for it, imagining him towering over her with that cold, commanding presence he often carried. Honestly, she'd been bracing for it the entire walk to the table, her heart beating just a little too fast.

But his calm response threw her off completely.

As she eased into her chair with Hera's help, a wave of relief washed over her. He didn't seem angry—he wasn't even annoyed. Instead, he looked oddly calm.

Raelynn stole a glance at him again, just to be sure. Yep, no icy glares. No sharp words. She allowed herself to relax a little, her shoulders loosening as the tension drained away.

She bit back a small smile. Maybe he wasn't as intimidating as she'd thought.

Hera stepped out for a moment and came back with a plate of food for Raelynn. The spread was simple but appealing—scrambled eggs, toast, and sliced fruit. As Raelynn picked up her knife and fork, carefully cutting into the eggs, Elion's sharp gaze shifted toward her.

Without a word, he leaned forward and took her plate, pulling it toward himself.

Raelynn blinked in surprise. "Hey, what are you doing? I can do it myself."

"You're still recovering," Elion reminded her as he used his knife to cut her food into bite-sized pieces. His hands were steady, his movements efficient, as though he had done this a thousand times before.

Raelynn's cheeks flushed, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected gesture. "Really, I'm fine. You don't have to do this," she said, her voice quieter now.

"Stop complaining," Elion muttered, setting the plate back in front of her.

Raelynn stared at the neatly cut pieces on her plate, her lips curling into a soft smile. "Thank you."

Sloane couldn't hold back her laugh anymore as she watched the scene unfold. "Well, well. Looks like our dear Elion is getting domesticated."

Elion shot her a warning look. "Sloane—"

But she didn't let it faze her. Turning to Hera, Sloane raised an eyebrow. "Don't you think so, Hera? He's turning into quite the husband now."

Hera smiled politely, clearly not willing to join in Sloane's teasing. "I wouldn't dare say that," she replied carefully, her eyes flickering between Sloane and Elion.

Sloane smirked and turned her attention back to Raelynn. "What about you, Raelynn? Do you plan to tame him even more? Maybe teach him how to bake cookies next?"

Raelynn couldn't help but laugh softly, though her cheeks turned pink. "I don't think anyone can 'tame' Elion," she said, glancing at him.

Elion, clearly flustered, leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Enough. This conversation is over."

Sloane grinned but decided to let him off the hook, though the glint in her eyes suggested she was far from done teasing him in the future.

The meal wrapped up in calm, with everyone chatting casually. Raelynn found herself relaxing more, enjoying the atmosphere.

Just as she was finishing the last bite of her fruit, a maid entered the room and approached Elion cautiously. "Sir, Mr. Kade has arrived. He's waiting for you in the study."

His face hardened in an instant. "I'll be there shortly."

He stood, his chair scraping lightly against the floor as he pushed it back. Raelynn kept her eyes on him, her fork still in her hand, as he adjusted his shirt.

"Excuse me," he said simply before turning to leave.

Raelynn opened her mouth to say something, but the words caught in her throat. Her eyes stayed on him as he walked off, not once turning back.

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