My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 132: Sleepless Thoughts

Raelynn lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her eyes heavy but her mind restless. She had tried to sleep—closed her eyes, counted her breaths, even turned over multiple times to find a comfortable position—but the moment stillness settled in, her thoughts swirled into a storm she couldn't silence.

The nightmare hadn't returned since Elion stayed by her side. But that didn't mean the fear had vanished. It lingered in the corners of her mind, waiting for a moment of weakness to drag her under again.

She let out a soft sigh, turning onto her side and curling up slightly. Her hands clutched the blanket close to her chest, but the warmth did little to ease the cold creeping into her heart.

It was either a coincidence that her nightmares hadn't returned since Elion stayed… or Elion was some kind of human dreamcatcher.

The second option was absurd, right?

And yet, she couldn't ignore the fact that the moment he had sat beside her, staying until she drifted off, the nightmares had stopped. Not even a flicker of them haunted her sleep. Was it his presence? His warmth? The way he breathed beside her, grounding her?

Raelynn groaned softly, pressing her palms against her face. No. Absolutely not. She was not about to entertain that thought.

She couldn't just ask him to stay again.

…Right?

The idea made her stomach twist. She could already imagine the smug look on his face if he found out she actually needed him to sleep peacefully. He wouldn't let her hear the end of it. Or worse—he'd say nothing at all, just look at her with that unreadable expression of his, like he knew something she didn't.

Nope. Not happening.

Raelynn shook her head firmly, rolling onto her other side. She barely made it through the morning being in the same room with him. Just seeing him had been enough to send her heart into a frenzy. If she asked him to stay again, it would only make things worse.

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She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her thoughts to quiet down.

Why was she thinking about Elion now?

Her lips pressed together as she recalled how he had looked at her earlier when she told him to leave her room. His silver eyes had held something—something unreadable, something that made her chest tighten. He hadn't argued. He hadn't tried to stay. He just walked off without a fuss, like he'd already guessed she'd push him away.

Elion had been nice enough to stay with her all night because she asked, and how did she repay him? By kicking him out.

Raelynn frowned, guilt tugging at her.

She hadn't done anything wrong. Had she? She was too flustered to stay in the same room with him, acting on impulse when she pushed him out.

She kept telling herself she didn't kick him out—she was just making sure he wasn't late for work.

Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her blanket when a sudden knock at the door made her flinch.

She sat up quickly, heart pounding. For a moment, she thought she had imagined it, but then came another soft, measured knock. She swallowed, throwing a glance toward the clock on the nightstand. It was late. Who would be knocking at this hour?

Raelynn hesitated before slowly pushing the blanket aside. The floor was cool under her feet as she walked toward the door, her hand hovering over the handle before she finally turned it.

As the door swung open, her breath caught.

Elion stood there, his tall frame leaning casually against the doorframe, hands tucked into the pockets of his dark pants. His white shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the top, exposing a sliver of his collarbone, and the sleeves were pushed up to his elbows. His silver eyes, illuminated by the faint hallway light, locked onto hers with a calm yet piercing gaze.

Raelynn swallowed, gripping the door slightly tighter. "Elion?"

"You're awake." He said it like it was obvious, like he had already known.

She nodded, still caught off guard. "What... what are you doing here?"

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, studying her face. His gaze lingered on her eyes, then drifted lower, catching on the slight crease between her brows. "You're overthinking again."

Raelynn blinked. "What?"

A small smirk played on his lips, barely noticeable but there. "Your expression. You always look like that when you can't sleep."

Her cheeks warmed at the observation. She quickly crossed her arms, trying to hide how his words affected her. "I don't always—"

"I want you to come with me."

She froze. "...What?"

Elion straightened, his smirk fading into something more neutral. "Get your coat. We're going somewhere."

Raelynn stared at him. "Where are we going?"

"You'll find out soon enough." His tone was confident, as if he knew she wouldn't question him.

She hesitated, glancing past him at the darkened hallway. Everything in her told her to question this—to tell him no, to demand an explanation. But instead, she found herself stepping back into the room and reaching for the coat draped over the chair.

When she returned, Elion was still there, waiting. He said nothing as she pulled on the coat, but when she fumbled slightly with the collar, his hands moved before she could stop him.

His fingers brushed against her skin, warm against the cool air, as he adjusted the collar of her coat with ease. Raelynn sucked in a quiet breath, her body stiffening at the unexpected closeness. She could feel the faint pressure of his fingertips as he smoothed out the fabric, his movements slow, deliberate.

"There," he murmured, stepping back slightly.

Raelynn's throat felt tight. "...Thanks."

Elion said nothing, only giving a small nod before turning toward the hallway. "Let's go."

She followed him, still unsure why she was doing this. But something about the way he moved—the quiet certainty in his steps—made her feel like maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't regret it.