My Baby Daddy Isn’t Human

241: Like Him 241: Like Him Hera stepped forward, placing the tray gently on the small table near the bed.

“I thought you might want something warm,” she said softly, eyes briefly flicking over Raelynn’s face, reading the fatigue and the storm of thoughts still swirling there.

Raelynn didn’t answer right away.

She just looked at Hera—really looked—and realized how strange it was that nothing about this morning felt strange to the woman.

That was what unsettled Raelynn the most.

She tried to act normal too, thanking her softly, offering a tiny smile, pretending like everything was the same.

But Hera’s presence was a quiet weight in the room.

Not unwelcome—just… heavier than usual.

Raelynn sipped her tea, but her lips barely touched the cup.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and she kept her eyes lowered, watching the reflection of the light ripple across the surface of the drink.

Hera was placing small cloths in the wardrobe with her usual graceful ease.

Everything about her movements was calm and practiced, like always.

But Raelynn’s chest tightened as she watched her.

She had to ask.

She couldn’t keep it in.

“Hera…” Raelynn’s voice broke the silence, quiet but clear.

Hera turned her head, her long chestnut hair falling neatly over her shoulder.

“Yes?” Raelynn hesitated, her lips parting, but no words came out at first.

She swallowed and tried again, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Are you like Elion?” Hera froze.

Her hand paused mid-motion, a folded cloth hanging from her fingertips.

Her back stiffened, not dramatically, but just enough that Raelynn noticed.

The silence stretched a little too long.

Then Hera turned, slowly, her expression calm but unreadable.

“I’m sorry?” she said, as if giving Raelynn a chance to retract the question.

Raelynn met her gaze.

Her eyes were wide, uncertain.

She clenched the fabric of her robe a little tighter.