My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 58: Need You

Raelynn sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her body exhausted but her mind restless. The soft fabric of her pajamas felt comforting against her skin, a much-needed change from the torn and dirtied dress she had been wearing earlier. Hera stood by her side, gently helping her adjust the sleeves.

"There, all set," Hera said with a warm smile, her hands brushing Raelynn's shoulders as if to silently reassure her.

"Thank you, Hera," Raelynn whispered, her voice still shaky.

Hera glanced at the faint bruises along Raelynn's arms and sighed softly. "I'm glad you're safe. We did what we could. Now, just focus on resting, alright?"

Raelynn nodded as Sloane walked in with her medical bag then took a seat beside her on the bed. She'd gone over everything with them, leaving no part out.

"Alright, Raelynn," Sloane began, "let's talk about your injuries." She opened her bag and began pulling out a few items, motioning to the side table where Hera placed them neatly.

Raelynn nodded, bracing herself for what came next.

Sloane continued, her tone measured. "You've got some bruising along your back and shoulders from the impact when you were thrown to the ground. I'm guessing it'll be sore for a few days, but there's no sign of fractures."

Raelynn winced slightly at the memory of being slammed onto the cold, hard floor. With a quiet nod, her fingers curled around the edge of the blanket.

"There's some bruising on your wrists and upper arms too, likely from where he grabbed you. The swelling is minor, so ice packs and rest should help." Sloane's gaze softened as she met Raelynn's eyes. "Your head seems fine—no sign of a concussion, but you'll need to tell me if you feel dizzy or nauseous at any point."

"I will," Raelynn murmured.

Hera focused on her task, collecting the dress from the floor and tidying up the space. Sloane, done with her checkup, tilted her head thoughtfully.

Raelynn hesitated for a moment before looking up, her voice trembling slightly. "What about my baby? Is it okay?"

A small smile broke across Sloane's otherwise serious face. She reached out, placing a hand gently on Raelynn's knee.

"Your baby is fine. Strong, just like their mother," Sloane reassured her.

Raelynn let out a shaky breath, tears welling in her eyes. Her hand moved to her stomach without thought, a protective gesture over the life inside her. That's all that matters, she thought to herself. As long as my baby is okay, I'll be fine too.

Sloane rose to her feet, gathering her things. "You'll heal just fine, Raelynn. Take it easy, and don't push yourself too hard."

"Thank you, Sloane," Raelynn said softly.

She gave a small, sharp nod. "Hera and I will leave you to rest now."

Both women stepped out, the quiet click of the door marking their exit. Hera excused herself to go to the laundry room, leaving Sloane to wander into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of water and slid onto a stool at the counter. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing.

She didn't look up as she said, "Thought you'd be gone longer."

Elion stepped into the kitchen, tension radiating from his tall frame as he tossed his suit jacket aside. His usually calm expression was shadowed by something darker—something dangerous.

Sloane turned in her chair to face him fully, resting her elbows on the counter. "I'm guessing you've taken care of that bastard."

Elion's jaw tightened, his mouth flattening. "Yeah," he muttered, his voice rough.

"How's she doing?" Sloane raised an eyebrow at that question. She tilted his head slightly, confusion flickering across his face.

"Oh, the baby," Sloane said with a half-smirk, waving her hand lazily. "The little one's doing fine."

Elion's eyes narrowed. "I wasn't asking about the baby," he shot back. "I was asking about Raelynn. Is she okay? Was anything serious?"

The smirk on Sloane's face widened as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Raelynn? You're asking how she is?" Sloane shot him a curious look. "Oh, I see. You care about Raelynn, not just the baby. How sweet."

"Just answer the damn question. Don't make me ask again," Elion said coldly.

Sloane chuckled softly before going along. "She'll be okay. She'll need rest, but she'll recover." Her tone changed, sounding more colder. "A few bruises on her back and arms, some swelling here and there, and she's a bit shaken up. But nothing life-threatening."

Elion listened quietly, his face growing colder with every detail. He grabbed a bottle of scotch from the counter and poured himself a generous glass. He downed half of it in one go, feeling the burn in his throat.

Sloane watched him silently for a moment before speaking. "What did you do to him?"

Elion's gaze was cold as he met hers. "Definitely something much worse," he replied grimly, finishing the last sip.

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Sloane got up and approached him. She gave his shoulder a firm but gentle pat, offering silent reassurance. "You should see her. Your company might be what she needs the most right now."

Elion scoffed at Sloane's suggestion, his fingers tightening around the glass. "What she needs is rest."

Sloane rolled her eyes, her patience visibly wearing thin. Without hesitation, she smacked his shoulder—not hard, but enough to make him flinch and glare at her.

"Stop being so dense," she said, her voice cutting through the room like a whip. "You care about her, Elion. So stop pretending like you don't."

His jaw clenched, and he turned back to her, his icy gaze meeting her fiery one. Sloane let out a short laugh, folding her arms. "Oh, come on. You just took care of the bastard who messed with her and practically stormed in here demanding to know how she's doing. If that's not caring, I don't know what is."

Elion set the glass down on the counter, the faint clink breaking the tense silence. "She's been through enough," he answered. "The last thing she needs is me making it worse."

Sloane softened slightly but refused to let up. "What she needs is someone who gives a damn."

Elion didn't respond again. Instead, he stared down at the empty glass in his hand, his jaw tightening. Finally, he nodded, setting the glass down on the counter.

Without another word, he turned and made his way toward Raelynn's room, his steps echoing faintly in the quiet. Her gaze followed him as he walked away, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.