“I think she’s hungry.” Sunni unhooked the top of her nursing bra. “Hand her over.”
I pressed another kiss to Amara’s soft cheek before gently passing her back to her mama. As soon as Sunni got her in her arms, she cradled her daughter and guided her to her breast.
I smiled, watching them—a simple, beautiful moment of motherhood. They looked like a painting.
Sunni glanced up at me. “Maybe Aunt Ayla and Uncle Hassani can make a baby on this trip so you can have someone to play with.”
I laughed, brushing it off, but deep down?
I wouldn’t mind if that happened.
I spent another hour with my girl and her baby before kissing them both goodbye and heading out. I promised to visit them one more time before the school year started once I was back from my trip.
As I drove back to Upstate New York, my mind kept circling back to babies.
I hadn’t picked up my prescription since my appointment a couple of weeks ago.
I kept telling myself I would… but some part of me really didn’t want to get them.
But I also didn’t like keeping that from Hassani.
I reasoned that when I got home tonight, I’d tell him. Let him know I stopped taking them when my last pack ran out.
I pulled into the driveway and noticed all the lights were on inside.
When I stepped through the door, I saw our bags packed by the front entrance.
We were really doing this.
By tomorrow morning, Hassani and I would be on the road, in an RV… an RV that I hadn’t seen yet.
He promised me it would be like a hotel on wheels. I still wasn’t convinced, but I was curious to see if he was right.
I walked into the kitchen and found Hassani sitting at the island, his head bowed as he feathered the tip of his pencil across a page in his sketchbook.
He lifted his head and smiled. “Back in time for us to make dinner, huh?”
“You know it.” I twisted my lips to one side. “What are you working on?”
“A little something-something,” he said, adding a few more strokes before closing the book. “I’ll share very soon. You ready to get started?”
I hesitated.
I wanted to tell him about the prescription right then.
I hadn’t done anything wrong—technically, we had already discussed babies. He wanted them. That was a relief.
But did he mean right now?
“What’s up?” he asked, lowering his head slightly to meet my gaze. “Why does it feel like you’re trying to solve a calculus problem over there?”
I giggled. “What?”
“You always wear that look when you’re doing math.” He licked his lips. “It’s sexy.”
I rolled my eyes.
“That’s one of the reasons I loved when you tutored me in high school and college.”