My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 67: Burrito Wars

Sunlight gently poured into the kitchen through the high windows as Raelynn opened the door. The walk in the garden earlier had been refreshing, though her body was starting to remind her of her recent injuries with every movement. Still, the craving for a homemade burrito had struck her hard, and no amount of reason—or Elion's protests—was going to stop her from indulging in it.

Behind her, Elion followed, his arms crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes narrowing with concern. "Raelynn, I don't understand why you insist on doing this yourself. The maids are perfectly capable of making whatever you want." His voice carried the same smooth authority he always had, but there was a hint of annoyance just underneath.

Raelynn paused, turning to face him with a small, teasing smile. "You'd think someone who claims to know everything about me would remember I used to be a cook at a restaurant before I met you. The kitchen isn't exactly foreign territory for me."

Elion raised an eyebrow, his face hard to read before a smirk spread across his lips. "Fine by me," he said, stepping back and gesturing to the counter as though it were some grand offering. "Do what you want. Just don't come crying to me later when your back gives out, because I warned you."

Raelynn rolled her eyes, brushing past him toward the fridge. "Noted, your highness," she replied with a grin.

Raelynn felt a surge of satisfaction as she pulled out the ingredients she needed—tortillas, shredded cheese, cooked chicken, and a variety of fresh vegetables. This will be easy, she thought, laying everything out neatly on the counter. Her hands moved with ease, slicing the vegetables into perfect strips and grating a bit of extra cheese as she went.

As she moved around the kitchen, she allowed herself to get lost in the rhythm of cooking, her mind drifting with every chop and stir. The kitchen, with its warm, inviting atmosphere and the faint scent of spices lingering in the air feel like a sanctuary.

But as she bent over to reach for a mixing bowl in the lower cabinet, a sharp twinge of pain shot up her back. Raelynn winced, straightening too quickly and gripping the edge of the counter for support. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she leaned against the counter, waiting for the pain to subside.

"Just need to rest for a second," she muttered to herself, pulling out a chair and sitting down carefully.

The sound of footsteps approached, and she looked up to see Elion leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched her. "Well, well. What do we have here?" he said with a smirk. "I thought you didn't need any help."

Raelynn shot him a glare, though the corners of her mouth twitched upward. "Don't start, Elion. I just needed to sit for a moment."

His face softened, but the teasing tone stayed in his voice. "You literally don't know how to sit still, do you? You've been walking around since morning, then decided a trip to the garden was a good idea, and now you're here trying to prove some point to yourself. Of course, your back can't take it."

Raelynn let out a small sigh, her gaze dropping to the half-prepared ingredients on the counter. "I just wanted to eat a burrito," she said quietly, her voice carrying a hint of frustration and desire.

Elion's smirk disappeared, replaced by a look of calm understanding. He stepped into the kitchen, his footsteps silent on the polished floor. For a moment, he simply stood there, watching her in silence.

Raelynn looked at the scattered ingredients, letting a tired sigh escape her lips. "Guess I'll just order it instead," she said in disappointment.

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Elion didn't reply immediately, his sharp gaze moving from her to the counter and back.

Raelynn wiped her hands on a nearby towel. As she did, a surprising fatigue hit her, heavier than she'd expected. A faint ache ran through her back, a quiet reminder of her body's limits.

The idea of standing for another minute, chopping or stirring, made her stomach churn. What she wanted—what she needed—was to sit down. Or better yet, lie down somewhere soft and forget, just for a while, how heavy everything felt.

Suddenly, Elion rolled his eyes dramatically, then started unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling them up to his elbows.

Raelynn blinked, taken aback. "What are you doing?"

"I've got this," Elion said with a quiet confidence.

A small laugh escaped her as she leaned back in the chair, her curiosity piqued. "You're going to cook? You're going to make me a burrito? You?"

Elion paused, his sharp gaze snapping to Raelynn. "Huh?" he asked, arching a brow. "Do you think men can't cook?"

Raelynn's eyes widened, and she raised her hands defensively. "What? No! I'm not a sexist, thank you very much."

Elion tilted his head. "Then what is it?"

She hesitated, biting on her lip as she tried to find the right words. "It's just…" Her voice trailed off before she continued with a small laugh, "I never imagined you knowing your way around a kitchen. You don't exactly scream 'I know how to cook' kind of guy, you know?"

"And what do I scream then?"

Raelynn chuckled, leaning forward slightly. "More like… cold, broody businessman who probably survives on black coffee and overpriced takeout. Cooking just doesn't seem like your vibe."

Elion's smirk deepened, his hands moving to finish rolling up his sleeves. "Well, maybe you should stop judging books by their covers."

"I wasn't judging," she protested, a light laugh in her voice. "Just… observing."

"Poorly," he countered, stepping toward the counter and picking up the ingredients. "Now sit back, and watch someone who knows what they're doing."

Raelynn crossed her arms, the hint of a challenge in her eyes. "Alright, Elion Ramsay. Let's see what you've got."