My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 35: Dinners and Disputes

The night had settled in, covering the estate in a darkness. Raelynn sat at the dining table, her plate barely touched. Sitting across from her was Sloane, still as sharp-tongued as ever, and Elion, who looked as unbothered as always while slicing into his steak with perfect precision.

Raelynn's earlier hope that Elion had been joking about Sloane living with them had quickly faded. Here she was, at dinner, sharing the table not only with Elion but also with his smug new "roommate." She poked at her food, not really hungry, though the smell of roasted veggies and rich sauces made her stomach twist.

"So," Sloane said suddenly, her voice sharp as she wiped her mouth with a napkin and set it down carefully before turning her gaze to Elion. "Have you brought her to see a doctor yet?"

Elion didn't look up from his meal. "Of course," he said calmly. "I took her to see Zake."

The moment the name left his mouth, Sloane's fork and knife clattered onto her plate with a loud clang. Raelynn jumped at the sudden noise, quickly looking at Sloane, who now had a much darker look on her face.

"Zake?" Sloane repeated, her voice dripping with venom. She glared at Elion, her hands gripping the edge of the table as if she was holding herself back from jumping across it. "You took her to him?"

Elion's calm didn't waver. He picked up a piece of steak, chewed it slowly before casually saying, "Don't tell me that even after all these years, you still can't stand hearing his name?"

Raelynn looked from one to the other, completely confused. Sloane looked like she might explode, while Elion stayed annoyingly calm.

"What's wrong with Zake?" Raelynn asked cautiously, her voice breaking the tension for a moment.

Sloane shot her a glance, her lips pulling into a tight line before she turned her ire back to Elion. "You brought your bride to that jerk," she hissed. "You couldn't wait for me? You could've brought her to me."

Raelynn, who had been quietly absorbing the exchange, couldn't hold back any longer. "Will you stop calling me his bride?" she snapped, her cheeks flushing. "I'm not his bride!"

Sloane shot her a quick look, one eyebrow lifted in irritation, but didn't say anything. Instead, she returned her focus to Elion, her expression daring him to justify his choice. Elion, on the other hand, sliced another piece of steak, totally unbothered.

"And what's so wrong with Zake?" he asked smoothly. "He's an excellent doctor."

"I'm an excellent doctor," Sloane shot back, pointing her fork at him. "And don't you dare use the excuse that I wasn't here, because I am now. You're just biased."

Raelynn's curiosity, which had been building like steam in a kettle, finally boiled over. "What do you have against him?" she asked, leaning slightly forward. "He seemed kind enough to me."

Sloane let out a short, humorless laugh, stabbing a piece of meat on her plate with unnecessary force. "Kind? Oh, he's good at tricking people into thinking he's some sort of saint."

Elion chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I thought you two had made peace after your... separation."

Raelynn's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait," she said, her voice rising with excitement, "you two were married?"

Sloane groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "Thank the gods, no," she said, practically rolling her eyes. "We just... dated. Once. A long time ago. And I'd rather not relive those memories, thank you very much."

Despite the tension, Raelynn couldn't help the small, guilty thrill that ran through her. She loved a good story, and this revelation was enough to pique her interest. "Wow," she murmured, mostly to herself, her mind already spinning with possibilities.

Sloane didn't elaborate further, choosing instead to focus on her food, though the tightness in her grip on the utensils betrayed her lingering irritation. Elion went back to eating, as though nothing had happened.

After dinner, Raelynn excused herself, leaving the tension of the dining room behind. She shut the door with a sigh, the faint ache in her belly reminding her how full she was.

Settling onto her bed, she patted her stomach gently, her touch soft and affectionate. "Did you enjoy dinner, little one?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you feeling full too?"

Her fingers traced light circles over her stomach as she spoke, a small smile playing on her lips. Despite everything, the thought of her baby always made her feel calm.

She glanced over to the balcony, where the curtains were pulled back, revealing the dark sky. The stars twinkled faintly, calling to her, and on impulse, she stood up and made her way to the doors.

The view from the balcony was breathtaking. The grounds stretched out, covered in shadows, and the distant trees swayed gently in the breeze. Raelynn leaned against the railing, arms crossed, letting herself enjoy the calm.

But her peace was short-lived.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a sudden movement. A dark blur hurtling toward her, fast and erratic. Her heart leapt into her throat as she realized what it was—a bat, its leathery wings flapping wildly as it headed straight for her.

Raelynn let out a startled yelp and stumbled back, her hand flying to her mouth. She scrambled inside, slamming the balcony door shut behind her and locking it with trembling hands. She stood there, her breath coming in short gasps, staring through the glass at the creature now perched on the balcony ceiling.

The bat hung there, motionless except for the occasional twitch of its wings. Raelynn's heart raced as she watched, a mix of fear and confusion flooding her. What on earth was a bat doing here?

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Her eyes narrowed as she took a cautious step back, her mind racing with questions. Was this normal? Or was it yet another strange occurrence in the increasingly bizarre world she'd found herself in?

Clutching her stomach protectively, she let out a shaky breath. "Just what I needed," she muttered to herself, her voice heavy with sarcasm. "A bat invasion."