My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 150: Your Foot
Raelynn stirred under the covers, her body still weighed down by exhaustion. Her foot throbbed—a dull, persistent ache that refused to subside. She exhaled quietly, willing herself to ignore the pain. She didn't want to stay in bed forever.
Slowly, she pushed herself up, grimacing as she shifted her injured foot over the edge of the bed. The cool touch of the marble floor sent a shiver up her leg. Gritting her teeth, she reached for the bedpost and pulled herself up. Her body protested, but she wasn't about to give in so easily.
With careful, measured steps, she made her way toward the bathroom, limping slightly. Every movement sent a twinge of discomfort through her foot, but she refused to stop. She had barely crossed halfway when a sudden knock on the door startled her.
A deep voice followed. "Raelynn?"
She barely had time to react before the door creaked open, revealing Elion standing in the doorway. He was dressed casually, the usual sharpness of his appearance softened by the loose shirt he wore. His silver hair was slightly tousled, and his piercing eyes immediately locked onto her.
The moment he saw her standing there, struggling to balance, his face darkened. His brows drew together, and his jaw clenched. In a single breath, he was across the room, closing the distance between them with long, purposeful strides.
"What are you doing?" he asked, voice low and firm, as if scolding her.
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Raelynn stiffened. "I'm going to the bathroom."
Elion's eyes flickered down to her foot, his sharp gaze assessing every shift in her posture, every tremor in her stance. His expression darkened further. Without another word, he bent down slightly and, before she could react, scooped her up into his arms.
Raelynn let out a small, startled gasp as she suddenly found herself lifted off the ground, cradled securely against his chest. Her hands instinctively clutched at the fabric of his shirt. The heat of his body seeped through, surrounding her, making her heartbeat stumble for a brief second.
"E-Elion!" she sputtered, her face heating up. "Put me down! I can walk!"
He didn't even acknowledge her protest. His arms held her effortlessly, his grip steady but gentle. His face remained impassive, but there was something intense in his eyes—something firm and unwavering.
"You're not walking anywhere," he said simply. "Not while you're like this."
Raelynn frowned. "It's just a—"
"And it will get worse if you keep pushing yourself," he interrupted smoothly.
She huffed, clearly annoyed, but she could feel the steady strength in his arms, the warmth of his embrace, and it made arguing feel somewhat pointless. Instead, she lowered her gaze, staring at the fabric of his shirt.
Elion carried her effortlessly to the bathroom, moving as if she weighed nothing at all. His steps were sure and smooth, never jostling her. His scent surrounded her—something dark and crisp, laced with a faint, lingering trace of cedarwood and something deeper, something uniquely him. It was almost distracting.
By the time he set her down gently just outside the bathroom door, Raelynn could feel the warmth creeping up her neck.
"I can wait outside," he said, his gaze steady on hers.
Raelynn cleared her throat. "I don't need an escort to the bathroom."
Elion smirked. "Are you sure? You looked like you were about to fall over a second ago."
She crossed her arms, leveling him with a look. "I'll be fine. Just… wait outside."
His eyes lingered on her for a moment before he gave a small, knowing nod. "Fine."
When Raelynn finally emerged from the bathroom, she expected him to be waiting, but she still felt a small jolt when she saw him standing exactly where she had left him. His arms were crossed, his expression unreadable. The moment their eyes met, he stepped forward and, before she could react, lifted her into his arms again.
"Wait—Elion! I can walk now!"
"Not happening."
Raelynn let out a frustrated sigh, her head lightly thudding against his shoulder in exasperation. "You really don't have to do this."
Elion's grip tightened slightly. "You took care of me when I couldn't use my hand. It's only fair."
Raelynn blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in his tone. His voice was softer now, almost thoughtful. She glanced up at him, searching his face. There was something… warm in his expression, though he wasn't looking directly at her.
Her chest tightened slightly.
After a moment, she cleared her throat. "Fine. But if I want to go somewhere, I get to decide, right?"
Elion gave her a sidelong glance. "That depends."
Raelynn rolled her eyes. "I want to go to the library."
He exhaled through his nose, clearly not thrilled about the idea. "You need to rest."
"You're already carrying me," she pointed out with a triumphant smile.
Elion's lips pressed into a thin line. A second later, he let out a small, reluctant sigh. "You're really are something."
Raelynn beamed. "I know."
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Inside the library, Elion carefully lowered Raelynn into a comfortable chair near the fireplace. The flames flickered softly, casting warm shadows along the towering shelves.
Raelynn shifted, glancing at him. "So… what was the ruckus last night?"
Elion's expression didn't change, but there was a slight pause before he answered. "Nothing you need to worry about."
Raelynn narrowed her eyes. "Elion."
His gaze flickered, but he gave a vague response. "Everything is under control."
Raelynn frowned. He was hiding something.
She wanted to press him for more, but before she could, he suddenly knelt in front of her, his hands reaching for her injured foot. His touch was gentle as he lifted it slightly.
"You need to be careful," he murmured, inspecting the bandage with focused attention. Then, without warning, he lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss over the fabric.
Raelynn's breath caught in her throat.
She stared at him, wide-eyed, feeling the warmth of his lips even through the bandage. Her heart pounded, a strange, fluttering sensation pooling in her chest.
Elion looked up at her then. "I'll be your feet until you heal."
Raelynn swallowed, feeling an odd tightness in her throat. She didn't know what to say. So she just nodded, her hands curling slightly over the fabric of her dress.
Elion smirked. "Good."
