My Baby Daddy Isn’t Human

The silence in the dimly lit room felt heavier than the night itself. Raelynn sat on the edge of the grand bed, her fingers digging into the silk sheets as she tried to steady herself. Across from her, Elion stood near the window, his back to her, the golden light from the bedside lamp casting his shadow long against the wall.

Her heart pounded, still raw from the events that had unraveled. Axel's words rang in her mind, along with the memory of Elion moving—faster than any human should. The way Axel had swung his blade, only for Elion to remain unfazed. The way Elion's eyes had glowed in the dark.

She swallowed hard. "What are you?" Her voice was low, almost trembling, but she refused to back down.

Elion didn't move at first. His posture remained rigid, his shoulders tense. Then, slowly, he turned, his expression unreadable, his gaze steady but sharp, like a blade honed to perfection.

"I think you already know," he said, his voice calm, but beneath it lay something darker, something waiting to be acknowledged.

Raelynn exhaled, her chest tightening. "Say it."

His eyes flickered with something she couldn't name. He took a step forward, then another, stopping just within arm's reach. "I am not human, Raelynn."

The words, though spoken evenly, sent a shiver down her spine. Her breath hitched, her pulse quickening. She had suspected, yes, but hearing it—hearing him admit it—made it real in a way she wasn't prepared for.

She shook her head, gripping the sheets tighter. "That's not an answer."

Elion tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into something that wasn't quite a smile. "It is."

Raelynn clenched her jaw, frustration rising within her. "Then let me make it clearer." She lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes with determination. "What are you, Elion?"

A beat of silence stretched between them, thick with tension.

Then, his lips parted, his voice steady, firm, unshaken.

"A vampire."

The room seemed to shrink around her. The breath in her lungs turned shallow as her mind struggled to grasp the weight of that single word.

Vampire.

It sounded absurd. Impossible. And yet, it explained everything. The unnatural speed. The way his wounds didn't seem to matter. The way he was always so composed, so controlled, like nothing could touch him.

She stared at him, waiting for something—some indication that this was a cruel joke. But Elion's face remained unreadable, his silver eyes unwavering.

Raelynn's fingers loosened their grip on the sheets, and she pressed a hand against her forehead, feeling dizzy. "No…" she murmured. "That's not—"

"It is the truth."

Raelynn's breath hitched, her thoughts spinning in an endless loop. The truth—if she could even call it that—was something she should have seen coming. She had always known, deep down, that there were things about Elion that didn't make sense. Things that defied logic, that went against everything she understood about the world.

And yet, she had never dared to truly question them.

Now, faced with the undeniable reality of it, she felt an odd mix of clarity and confusion. This explained everything—his speed, his strength, his composure in the face of danger. It explained why he could take hits that would have left anyone else broken, why his wounds barely seemed to matter. Why he carried himself with a presence that felt almost otherworldly, like a being who had seen too much, endured too much, and had learned to move through the world without truly belonging to it.

Raelynn pressed a trembling hand against her forehead. The room felt smaller now, suffocating. The weight of this realization settled deep in her chest, pressing against her ribs, making it hard to breathe.

"That's why…" she whispered to herself. "That's why there were always things I couldn't explain. Not just about you, but around you, too."

Her head snapped up, anger bubbling beneath the surface. "And when were you planning to tell me? After I lost my mind trying to figure it out myself?"

His expression darkened slightly, but he remained still, composed. "Would it have changed anything?"

"Yes!" She shot up from the bed, her breathing uneven. "Of course, it would've changed things! Do you think I wouldn't care? Do you think I wouldn't—"

Her voice faltered. She didn't even know what she was trying to say. Would she have run? Would she have stayed? Would she have believed him at all?

She took a step back, needing space to think, to breathe. Her thoughts raced, colliding against one another, struggling to form something coherent.

Elion's gaze softened ever so slightly, but his voice remained firm. "I kept it from you because I knew the truth would scare you."

Raelynn let out a bitter laugh. "And you think I'm not scared now?"

Something flickered in his expression, something almost pained, but it vanished as quickly as it came. "I never wanted you to fear me."

Raelynn's breath hitched as she lowered her gaze, her hands instinctively moving to her stomach. A tremor ran through her fingers as they pressed lightly against the fabric of her nightgown, feeling the warmth of her own skin beneath. It was strange—so strange—to think that inside her, something entirely new was growing. Something that had never existed before.

Her throat tightened as she swallowed hard. "Then..." she started, hesitating as if saying the words would somehow make them more real. "The baby..."

Elion remained silent, watching her carefully, as if weighing how much to say. His silver eyes, usually so cold and unreadable, held a flicker of something she couldn't quite place. But she needed an answer—needed to hear him say it.

"Is it also a..." She paused, forcing herself to say the word, no matter how unreal it felt. "A vampire?"

Elion exhaled softly. "Half-human, half-vampire," he said. "This has never happened before, Raelynn. There's no precedent for what we should expect."

Her stomach clenched, and a chill spread through her limbs. "What do you mean?"

Elion took a step closer, his movements slow, deliberate, as if afraid she might pull away. "A union between a human and a vampire has never resulted in a child before. Not in any recorded history. This is... uncharted territory."

Raelynn's breath came out in a shaky exhale. That wasn't exactly comforting. If no one had ever gone through this before, then there was no telling what might happen to her—or to the baby.

She dropped her gaze again, staring at her stomach as if expecting some kind of answer to appear before her eyes. It still didn't feel real. She didn't feel any different. But deep inside, something was changing. Something irreversible.

"So you don't know," she murmured. "That's why you can't tell me. You don't know about it, too."

Elion's jaw tensed, and for the first time, he looked almost... frustrated. "No. And that's why we have to be careful."

Raelynn let out a breathless laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Great."

I won't let anything happen to you."

She scoffed. "You can't promise that. You just said you don't know what's happening."

His lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, he looked away, as if struggling with something he didn't want to admit. "I don't. But I won't stop until I figure it out. Until I make sure you're both safe."

Raelynn sighed, feeling exhaustion creep up her spine. There was so much she didn't understand, so much she wasn't prepared for. A child. A half-vampire child. The thought alone sent her mind spiraling.

"And if something goes wrong?" she asked quietly.

Elion hesitated, and that pause was answer enough.

Raelynn squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her fingers against her temples as if that would somehow stop the flood of emotions overwhelming her. Fear. Uncertainty. A strange, almost surreal sense of disbelief.

She wasn't ready for this. She hadn't even thought about children before—at least not seriously. And now, she was carrying something that shouldn't even exist.

"Raelynn."

Elion's voice was softer this time, almost hesitant. She opened her eyes, looking at him through the haze of her thoughts. He was standing so close now, within arm's reach, his expression unreadable yet filled with something heavy, something that made her chest tighten.

"I know this is a lot," he admitted. "And I know you're scared. But you're not alone in this."

Raelynn stared at him, her mind warring with itself. She thought of Axel, of his warning. She thought of the fight—the way Elion had been untouched by a blade that should have injured him. She thought of how effortlessly he had caught up to them, how he had stood there, unbothered, unmoved.

And yet, standing before her now, he wasn't a monster. He wasn't some terrifying creature out of a nightmare. He was Elion. The same man who had saved her, who had kept her safe.

And that terrified her even more.

She exhaled, closing her eyes for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "What now?"

Elion didn't answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer, slow and deliberate, as if gauging whether she would recoil. She didn't move. Not when he reached out, not when he gently took her hand in his.

His fingers were cool against her skin, his touch careful, restrained.

"Now," he said softly, "you decide what happens next."

A chill ran through her, but not from fear.

The truth was out.

And there was no turning back.