My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 128: Moment of Weakness

Elion sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The engine hummed softly, the only sound in the otherwise silent vehicle. He should have gotten out by now, but instead, he sat there, staring at nothing, lost in the mess of his own thoughts.

Raelynn's words echoed in his mind. It didn't mean anything.

He clenched his jaw, breathing in deeply through his nose before exhaling sharply. Should he just avoid her? Pretend that nothing happened, just like she wanted? It wasn't like he hadn't done that before—with other people, other situations. Pushing things aside was easy.

But the thought of seeing her, of standing in front of her and pretending he was unaffected, made his stomach twist uncomfortably. Because the truth was, he was affected. More than he wanted to admit.

Maybe he should act normal. Casual. Like he was fine with it, even though he wasn't. A part of him recoiled at the thought of brushing off what had happened like it was nothing.

But what if he snapped?

Elion ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He wasn't exactly known for his patience. He had a habit of reacting first, thinking later. If Raelynn tried to brush things off again, would he be able to hold his tongue? Or would he lose it—say something he couldn't take back, like he had with others before?

Damn it.

He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. This was ridiculous. He was sitting in his car like a fool, agonizing over a kiss.

He exhaled slowly before killing the engine, pulling the handle, and stepping out.

Elion stepped into the house, loosening the buttons on his cuffs as he exhaled sharply. The moment he crossed the threshold, an odd feeling settled in his chest—a heavy sensation that made him pause just inside the doorway. Something was off. He could sense it. His gaze flickered toward the dimly lit living room, where Sloane sat on the couch, legs crossed, flipping through a magazine.

"You're back early," she remarked without looking up. "That's new."

Elion ignored her comment and set his coat on the back of a chair. "Where's Raelynn?" His voice came out sharper than he intended, but he couldn't help it. The unease pressing against his ribs wouldn't let him relax.

Sloane smirked knowingly and closed the magazine with a soft thud. "She's been throwing up all evening. Pregnancy, you know." She tilted her head, her sharp gaze assessing him. "She's lying down."

His jaw clenched at her words. Without another word, he turned on his heels and strode toward Raelynn's room. He kept his pace even, but the tension in his body was impossible to miss. He pushed the door open without knocking, his eyes immediately seeking her out.

Raelynn was curled up on the bed, facing away from him. Her body looked so small under the covers, her breathing slow and even. Soft light from the lamp illuminated her face, highlighting the loose strands of hair sticking to her damp forehead.

For a moment, Elion just stood there. Watching. Something inside his chest tightened, a strange feeling he couldn't quite name.

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All the thoughts Elion had earlier—about how to act, what to say, whether to pretend nothing had happened—vanished the moment he saw her like this.

Avoid her? Snap at her? Act like it was nothing? None of that mattered anymore.

Elion swallowed hard, his fingers twitching at his sides. He had been frustrated, even angry, but right now, all he felt was a deep, unfamiliar pull toward her.

"You're just going to stare?" Raelynn's voice was soft, a weak trace of amusement laced in her words.

Elion snapped out of his thoughts and stepped closer, his footsteps barely making a sound against the floor. "I heard you've been sick."

Raelynn shifted slightly but didn't turn to face him. "It's not a big deal." Her voice was muffled, tired.

He walked around the bed and sat on the edge, watching her intently. She looked exhausted—her cheeks pale, lips slightly dry. Even in her weakened state, she still had that defiant glint in her eyes when she finally turned to meet his gaze.

"I'm fine," she muttered. "You don't have to be here."

Elion ignored her words. Instead, he reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. His touch was light, hesitant even, as if he wasn't sure whether he was allowed this softness. Raelynn stiffened slightly at the contact, but she didn't pull away.

"You look like hell," he murmured, his voice quieter now.

Raelynn let out a weak chuckle. "Gee, thanks."

His lips twitched, a flicker of a smirk ghosting across his face before fading. "You should rest more."

"I've been resting all day," she said, sighing. "It's honestly getting boring."

Elion leaned back, resting his arms on his knees as he studied her. He didn't like seeing her like this—weak, tired, vulnerable. It made something restless stir inside him, something primal that urged him to fix whatever was wrong, even though he knew he couldn't. He hated that helplessness.

For a few moments, silence stretched between them. The silence wasn't awkward, yet it felt loaded with something neither wanted to say. Raelynn was the first to break it.

"About last night…" she started, hesitating. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the pattern of the blanket, avoiding his gaze.

Elion's expression didn't change, but his body tensed. He already knew what she was going to say.

"That kiss…" Raelynn finally looked at him, searching for the right words. "I—"

Before she could finish, Elion interrupted, his voice quiet but sure. "I know it meant nothing to you."

Raelynn blinked, caught off guard by his bluntness.

His eyes locked onto hers, unwavering. "Not yet."

Her breath hitched slightly. The room suddenly felt smaller, as if the air had thickened around them. Elion's gaze held something she couldn't quite decipher—determination, certainty, maybe something more.

"One day," he continued, his voice dropping lower, softer, "I'll make it something for you."