Page 184 of My Only

“No matter how big or small you think it is…” Hassani pressed his hand to the side of my face. “Tell me.”

“Okay, then…” I swallowed, steadying myself. “I stopped taking my pills.”

Hassani’s brows wrinkled.

I’d been holding this in since my OB-GYN appointment, but right now?

This felt like the right time to say it.

“I got the prescription to refill my birth control, but I haven’t picked it up… and I don’t want to.”

His reaction was instant.

“Good.” He winked. “Don’t pick it up.”

Then, softly, he pinched my chin.

“We don’t need them anymore, anyway.” His smile bloomed, and so did mine. “‘Cause you know… we got babies to make. Lots and lots of babies.”

I laughed as his thumb brushed my cheek.

“Man, see?” He kissed his teeth. “This would’ve been a dope ass story to tell our kids.”

I squinted, confused.

“How their big sister or brother was made in a hotel on wheels, but noooo.” He playfully rolled his eyes. “‘We gotta listen to Dr. Aldridge,’ Ayla says. ‘It’ll be good,’ she says.”

I burst out laughing.

“Unless… you know…” he mused, his voice low and tempting.

His eyes flicked toward the private room.

Then, his brows jumped.

I laughed even harder.

We didn’t have sex that night.

Instead, we finished the movie—this time with me curled up in Hassani’s arms—before falling asleep and him carrying me to bed.

The next morning, I woke to the gentle movement of the RV.

I blinked my eyes open and stretched my arm to my right, feeling the bed was empty beside me.

Frowning, I sat up, my gaze drifting forward.

Through the window, I watched as trees rushed by.

We were moving.

I got out of bed, padding across the wood floors, struggling to keep my balance as I made my way to the front of the RV.

And there, behind the wheel sat Hassani.

Hands gripping the steering wheel, focus locked on the road.

“What’s going on?” I rasped, my voice still thick with sleep.

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