My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 148: Really Nothing

The door eased open, and Hera stepped inside, balancing a silver tray with practiced ease. The faint aroma of warm bread and tea drifted through the air, comforting in its familiarity.

"Good morning, Raelynn," Hera greeted, her voice warm yet composed.

Raelynn offered a small smile, shifting slightly to sit up straighter as Hera approached the bed. She set the tray down on the bedside table, carefully arranging the items before lifting the lid from the plate. Steam curled into the air, revealing scrambled eggs, neatly cut fruit, and a few slices of toast.

The sight of food should have been reassuring. Instead, Raelynn's thoughts remained tangled in the events of last night.

She hesitated before speaking. "Hera," she started, her tone quieter now, "how is everything?"

Hera paused slightly as she poured the tea, but it was barely noticeable. "Everything is fine, Raelynn," she said smoothly, setting the teapot down with a soft clink.

Raelynn studied her face carefully. The response had been too practiced, too automatic. Hera wasn't lying—at least, not directly—but something about the way she had said it made Raelynn uneasy.

"Really?" Raelynn pressed, tilting her head slightly. "Did Elion say anything?"

Everything had been such a chaos—shadows lurking where they shouldn't, the sudden tension in Elion's voice, the gun in his hand. It had all unfolded so fast that she barely had time to process it, let alone ask him what was really going on.

Now, in the quiet morning light, she realized just how much she didn't know.

Hera's hands moved with practiced grace as she laid out the utensils, but this time, there was a slight hesitation—a tiny pause, barely a second long. Then she shook her head, her expression carefully neutral.

"Not at all, Raelynn. Mr. Vaelorian hasn't spoken about anything out of the ordinary."

Raelynn's fingers curled slightly around the edge of her blanket.

That wasn't right.

Elion wasn't the type to ignore something like this. If anything, he was the opposite—calculating, always ten steps ahead. Last night had been too strange, too deliberate to be brushed aside so easily. And yet, he was saying nothing?

Her lips pressed together in thought.

Was he keeping her in the dark on purpose?

Or... was he trying to keep her from worrying?

Her gaze drifted down to her bandaged foot once more. The fabric felt foreign against her skin, unfamiliar in a way that made her hyper-aware of its presence. If not for the dull pain that accompanied each small movement, she might have convinced herself that she had simply imagined it all.

But the reality was there, wrapped around her ankle.

No. She hadn't imagined it.

She wasn't dreaming.

Something had happened last night.

She exhaled slowly, the weight of uncertainty settling over her chest.

Hera, seeming to sense her unease, stepped back slightly, clasping her hands together. "Please eat while it's still warm," she said gently, inclining her head. "Would you like anything else?"

Raelynn hesitated before shaking her head. "No, this is fine," she murmured.

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Hera nodded, offering one last polite smile before stepping away. As she reached the door, she paused briefly, glancing over her shoulder. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call for me."

With that, she slipped out of the room, the door clicking softly shut behind her.

The silence that followed felt heavier than before.

Raelynn glanced at the untouched breakfast before her, then back down at her foot.

She had wanted to believe that things were fine. That whatever happened last night was just a strange coincidence, a passing moment of bad luck.

But deep down, she knew better.

Elion wasn't the type to stay quiet without reason.

And if he wasn't saying anything...

Then maybe there was more to this than she realized.

Her fingers tightened around the edge of the blanket, her nails pressing faintly into the fabric.

She could only hope—hope—that everything was truly fine.

But in the depths of her chest, where instinct whispered and fear lingered, she knew that hope alone wouldn't be enough.

And as the morning sunlight continued to stream through the window, Raelynn found herself wishing, just for a moment, that she had never woken up at all.