My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 62: Bad Dream

Raelynn found herself back in that dark, narrow hallway. The cold air bit at her skin as she stumbled forward, her breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. Her heart thundered in her chest, each beat echoing the raw fear coursing through her veins. She could hear him behind her—the man whose face she barely remembered but whose malice was burned into her memory.

Her legs felt heavy, her body sluggish as if the dream itself were fighting her attempts to escape. The shadows around her deepened, every corner seeming to come alive with sinister intent. She turned a corner and pressed herself against the rough, cold wall, trying to muffle her breathing. Her hands rested protectively over her stomach, shielding the little life within.

"No one's coming," a cold voice whispered from the shadows, making her heart stop.

Raelynn's head shot up, her wide eyes scanning the hallway. In the real world, she wasn't alone—someone had actually stepped in to rescue her. First, the stranger, then Elion. But now, the voice seemed to mock her. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. She ran again, the sound of footsteps behind her growing louder.

"Please," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Someone, help me…"

But no one came.

The attacker's laughter echoed in her ears, closer and closer, until—

Raelynn jolted awake, her entire body trembling. Her breath hitched as she clutched at the blanket, her wide eyes staring at the ceiling. For a moment, the fear lingered, her chest heaving with residual panic. Panic still gripped her as she glanced around, but the soft light of a lamp eased her back to reality.

With a shaky breath, she rubbed her fingers against her temple, trying to calm herself. "It was just a dream," she camled herself. Moving carefully to avoid the pain in her back, she pulled her knees up and rested her head against them.

"You okay?"

The voice startled her, and she whipped her head toward the source.

In the corner of the room, seated on the couch, was Elion. His dark silhouette blended with the shadows, but the faint glint of light off the glass in his hand revealed him. He tilted the glass slightly, its amber liquid swirling lazily. Alcohol, she guessed.

"Elion?" she asked, her voice soft but shaky. "What are you doing here?"

He didn't answer immediately, setting the glass on a small table beside him and standing. He moved with a smooth, silent grace, like a predator approaching its prey—except his presence didn't fill her with fear. Instead, it brought a strange sense of relief.

"I heard you," he said simply.

Raelynn blinked, confused. "Heard me?"

"You were mumbling in your sleep," he explained, now standing beside her bed. He watched her closely, concern flickering in his sharp eyes as his brows knit together. "Bad dream?"

She nodded hesitantly, her hands tightening around her knees. "About… that night," she admitted, though her voice trembled on the words. She didn't elaborate, hoping he would understand without her having to relive it aloud.

Elion's jaw clenched slightly, his eyes narrowing, though not at her. She could tell he was remembering that night too. He hesitated before speaking. "It was just a dream. I won't let anything happen to you again, I swear."

The confidence in his voice made her look up at him, her heart clenching at how genuine he sounded. He didn't say much, but the promise in his voice was enough to ease some of her lingering fear.

Before she could respond, Elion leaned forward slightly, his hands gentle as he guided her to lie back down. She winced slightly, and he immediately froze. "Does it hurt?"

"It's fine," she reassured him quickly, though her voice was soft. "It's just my back."

Elion's brows furrowed, his expression darkening slightly with frustration—not at her, but at the situation. "You should rest more," he said gently, almost like he was kicking himself for allowing her to move too much.

Raelynn allowed him to adjust her pillows, watching as his large hands fumbled slightly. He fluffed one pillow, then another, his movements careful but awkward.

"You're overthinking it," she teased lightly, unable to help herself.

He raised an eyebrow at her, clearly unimpressed. "I'm not overthinking anything."

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"You are," she insisted with a small chuckle.

Her laughter was cut short when he accidentally bumped her head against the headboard while readjusting the pillow.

"Ouch," she muttered, wincing slightly.

"Shit," Elion cursed under his breath, his hands immediately cupping her face as he checked for any signs of injury. "Are you okay? I didn't mean—"

"I'm fine," she interrupted quickly, biting back a laugh at his panicked expression. "Really, I'm okay."

Elion let out a low sigh, his hands lingering for a moment longer before he stepped back. "Touching that might not be my best move," he mumbled.

Raelynn smirked, leaning back against the newly fluffed pillows. "You're doing fine, Mr. Overthinker."

Elion shot her another look but didn't respond. Instead, he surprised her by sitting down at the bed's edge, looking calm but ready for anything.

"You should sleep," he said after a moment, his voice softer now.

"I don't know if I can," she admitted, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket.

"You can," he said simply.

Before she could ask how he was so sure, he shifted slightly, half-laying beside her. He propped himself up on one arm, positioning himself so her face was near his chest. The warmth radiating from his body was both comforting and grounding.

"Close your eyes," he instructed gently.

Raelynn hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding for reasons she didn't entirely understand. There was something in him... somthing that that made her give in. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath.

The steady rise and fall of his breathing was like a lullaby that eased her nerves. She didn't know why, but for the first time in a long time, she felt safe.