My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 33: Kitchen Secrets

Raelynn groaned in exhaustion as she threw herself onto the bed, sinking into the plush mattress with a sigh. Her room was a mess now, stuff everywhere, filled with her new purchases— shopping bags scattered on the floor. She stretched out her arms, staring at the ceiling.

"Shopping is exhausting," she muttered to herself, though a small smile tugged at her lips.

After a moment, she turned her head, her gaze landing on one of the bags containing her books. With a burst of energy, she rolled off the bed and padded over, rummaging through the bag until she pulled out a book about pregnancy. She climbed back onto the bed, propping herself up with pillows, and flipped it open.

As her eyes scanned the pages, her mind wandered. A few weeks ago, she never would have imagined herself reading pregnancy books, let alone caring this much about the baby growing inside her. Yet here she was, devouring every word, eager to learn and prepare.

"This is so weird," she muttered, half amused, half bewildered. She rested a hand on her stomach, her fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of her shirt. "You've turned me into someone who reads parenting books, kid. I hope you're happy."

The afternoon passed by quietly as Raelynn got lost in her book. When she finally set the book aside, she felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Enough reading for today," she said, stretching her arms above her head. Her gaze drifted to the clothes she'd bought earlier, and she couldn't resist the urge to try them on again.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she twirled, admiring how the new dress hugged her figure. She tilted her head, studying her reflection with a critical eye before breaking into a satisfied smile. "Not bad, Raelynn. Not bad at all."

Her stomach growled, interrupting her self-admiration. She placed a hand over it, laughing softly. "Alright, alright. Time to feed you."

She changed into more comfortable clothes and made her way downstairs, heading for the kitchen. When she entered the kitchen, Raelynn hesitated for a moment, the thought creeping into her mind that this might not be "her" space to use. But her hunger won out, and she shrugged. "Screw it. I'm starving," she muttered, heading for the cabinets and fridge.

She pulled out a few ingredients—vegetables, some eggs, and a small packet of cheese—and began setting them on the counter. She moved with ease, chopping and preparing, her mind wandering as she worked. Just as she was about to turn on the stove, a voice startled her.

"What are you doing?"

Raelynn spun around, her hand flying to her chest. "Hera!" she exclaimed. "You scared me!"

Hera stood at the kitchen entrance, her expression calm but questioning. "I asked what you were doing, Miss Moore."

Raelynn raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile forming on her lips. She crossed her arms, leaning back slightly. "Really? 'Miss Moore'? I thought we agreed you'd call me Raelynn now."

Hera blinked, then a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I meant… Raelynn."

Raelynn grinned, satisfied. "That's better. Anyway, I'm making myself something to eat. You want some?"

Hera shook her head politely. "No, thank you."

Raelynn tilted her head, narrowing her eyes playfully. "Are you sure? I mean, it's not every day you get to taste my incredible cooking."

Hera hesitated for a moment before answering. "I don't doubt your skills, but no, I'm fine."

Raelynn laughed, turning back to the counter. "Your loss. Oh, and since you're here, do you mind handing me that knife?"

Hera stepped forward, retrieving the knife and handing it to Raelynn. She lingered nearby, watching as Raelynn worked. After a moment, she spoke again. "Would you like me to cook for you instead?"

Raelynn glanced over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "You can cook?"

"Not as well as you, I'm sure," Hera replied, her tone humble. "But I can manage."

Raelynn chuckled. "Hera, you think way too highly of me. I can cook, sure, but I'm no professional. Trust me, my food won't win any awards."

Hera's lips curved into a small smile. "Still, I'd be happy to assist."

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Raelynn considered for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Let's do this together."

As they worked side by side, Hera asked, "How did you learn to cook?"

Raelynn shrugged, slicing a tomato without breaking a sweat. "I had to. Living alone most of my life, I had to fend for myself. Cooking was cheaper than eating out all the time, so I started experimenting in the kitchen. I ended up enjoying it, and now here we are."

Hera nodded thoughtfully, slicing through the vegetables with calm focus. "It's impressive. Not everyone takes the time to develop such skills."

Raelynn laughed. "Well, when your options are 'learn to cook' or 'starve,' you get motivated pretty quickly."

They worked quietly side by side for a while, until Raelynn finally spoke again. "By the way, yesterday I saw people unloading groceries into the house. That's how you guys stock up around here, huh?"

Hera nodded. "Yes, that's how it always works. Mr. Vaelorian orders a large supply of ingredients to keep everything well-stocked."

Raelynn hummed in understanding, then tilted her head thoughtfully. "What about that red liquid? The one in the glass bottles. What is that?"

Hera's movement slowed for a beat, the knife halting in mid-air. Her expression remained calm, but something flickered in her eyes—something guarded.

"That's… a special zest," Hera said after a moment, her tone carefully neutral. "It's imported from abroad."

Raelynn nodded slowly, a curious smile forming on her lips. "Interesting. It's so red, though. Almost looks like…" She trailed off, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Hera's face.

Hera cut her off abruptly. "I've changed my mind."

Raelynn blinked, startled. "What?"

Hera spoke quickly. "I think I'd like to taste your cooking after all."

"Uh… sure," Raelynn said, her brows furrowing in confusion. She handed Hera a plate, her movements slower as she watched Hera carefully.

Hera smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Thank you, Raelynn."

Raelynn returned the smile, though her curiosity was piqued. As they finished preparing the meal, she couldn't help but steal glances at Hera, her mind buzzing with questions.

What's the deal with that red liquid? And why did Hera change the subject so fast?

She resolved to find out—eventually. For now, she handed Hera a fork and said, "Dig in. Let's see if my cooking is worth all the hype."

Hera gave a small smile, but her expression stayed neutral as she tried the first bite.