My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 95: A Bouquet and a Splash

The night air was cool against Raelynn's face as she strolled beside Elion, the lake stretching out peacefully beside them. Lanterns lined the path, their soft glow reflecting off the calm surface of the water. She rubbed her arms occasionally, trying to shoo away the persistent bugs buzzing near her skin. Her movements were distracted, though, as she found herself hyperaware of Elion's silent presence beside her.

Suddenly, without warning, Elion came to a halt. She turned to glance at him, confused, only to find him shrugging off his jacket. Before she could say a word, he draped it over her shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"You need to stay warm."

Raelynn blinked up at him, the unexpected gesture sending a flutter through her chest. "Uh… thank you," she muttered, pulling the jacket tighter around her. It was warm, faintly smelling of something earthy and surprisingly refined.

She wasn't cold, but, well, she wasn't going to say no.

They continued walking, their steps crunching softly against the gravel path. Raelynn was determined not to think too hard about his kindness, though her thoughts were a jumble. She shot a glance his way, noticing how calm and composed he seemed. Of course, she thought, he always seemed calm. Meanwhile, she was over here hoping he wouldn't do anything else to make her heart flip like a pancake... again.

The silence between them stretched on, comfortable yet tense in a way she couldn't quite describe. "How long are we going to walk in silence like this?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He laughed quietly, his low voice somehow making her shiver without meaning to. "Do you prefer I fill it with meaningless chatter?"

Raelynn rolled her eyes, though the corner of her lips twitched upward. "Maybe."

After a few more steps, they arrived at an open clearing near the lake. The moon sat low, its soft light painting the lake in shades of silver and blue. Elion stopped, and Raelynn did too, turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

Before she could ask what was going on, Elion clicked his fingers. Almost instantly, a waiter emerged from the shadows, carrying a massive bouquet of flowers—so big Raelynn had to blink twice to make sure she wasn't imagining it.

The waiter handed the bouquet to Elion, who turned and offered it to her with a small but genuine smile.

"For you," he said simply.

Raelynn stared at the bouquet, unsure whether to laugh or gape at its size. It was an explosion of colors and scents, the kind of thing you only saw in movies or extravagant wedding proposals. She took it hesitantly, struggling slightly with its weight.

"Uh… thanks," she said, her voice trailing off as she glanced between him and the flowers. "Okay, dinner and now this? Seriously, what's all this about?

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Elion cleared his throat, his expression turning slightly awkward—a rarity for him. "It's to celebrate," he began, his gaze holding hers firmly. "The one-month mark of your pregnancy. Our child."

Raelynn's lips parted in surprise, and she nodded slowly. "Oh. Wow. That's… thoughtful." Her voice sounded hollow even to her own ears, as her thoughts raced. Celebrate the first month? What would he do for the second? Or the third? Or when the baby was born? She couldn't even begin to imagine.

"It's a big deal," Elion added.

Raelynn tilted her head, looking up at him. "The baby's really important to you, huh?"

For a moment, his eyes seemed to lose their usual sharpness, revealing something unguarded. "Yes," he said simply, before stepping closer. The space between them shrank, and Raelynn felt her pulse quicken.

"But," he continued, his voice dropping an octave, "there's something more important than that."

His words seemed to echo in her mind as he leaned in, leaving her breathless and frozen. The way he looked at her, so serious and focused, and the way he moved—she didn't have to guess; she knew.

Her heart raced so fast it felt like it might leap out of her chest. She panicked, her eyes darting away in a desperate attempt to break the moment.

"Wow, look at the moon!" she blurted out, pointing toward the sky with exaggerated enthusiasm. "It's so big and, uh, bright!"

Without giving herself time to second-guess, she turned and began walking toward the edge of the lake, as if getting closer would give her a better view. Her steps were hurried, her nerves jangling like live wires.

"Raelynn—" Elion's voice called behind her, but before he could finish, her foot caught on something—a rock, a root, she wasn't sure—and she stumbled.

Everything slowed as she wobbled, arms flailing, before gravity won the battle and she tumbled straight into the cold, dark water.

The shock of the icy lake stole the breath from her lungs, and she surfaced sputtering, her hair plastered to her face.

"Raelynn!" She heard him yell her name and before she could even process it, he was in the lake with her, moving quickly to help. His strong hands grasped her arms, holding her steady in the chilly water.

She looked up at him, her face burning, while he just stared back, clearly unimpressed. They stayed like that for a beat, heavy with unsaid words and the absurdity of the situation.

Raelynn coughed, rubbing her face with one hand to clear the water dripping into her eyes. Her hair clung to her cheeks in messy strands, and as she gasped for air, she realized something was still clutched tightly in her other hand.

She looked down, blinking rapidly, and then back up at him. "No, no, my flower," she blurted, holding the drenched bloom like it was the most precious thing in the world.

"Really? The flower?"

"Yes, the flower!"

She bit down on her lip, holding back the groan of pure humiliation bubbling up. "I—uh… I guess I should've watched where I was going," she mumbled.

Elion let out a low chuckle, though his hold on her didn't waver. "You think?"

The way he teased her sent a flush to her face, and she quickly glanced away, mumbling complaints. Still, as she glanced back up at him, the moonlight on his face and the water in his hair made her heart twist in ways she couldn't explain.

Embarrassment, yes. But also something warmer, something that made her heart ache in a way she wasn't ready to admit.