1 month later.

"Have you taken the pills?" Xavi asked, his voice soft yet firm, as his gaze flickered toward me. My cheeks flushed, and I lowered my head, avoiding eye contact with the driver who, despite keeping his eyes on the road, was most likely hearing every word exchanged.

"Yes," I whispered shyly, my voice barely audible. The heat from my embarrassment was evident in the red tint spreading across my face. The conversation we had about this very topic just days ago echoed in my mind.

Flashback -

We were sitting together on the balcony, the night air cool against our skin. Xavi had me wrapped in his arms, my head resting against his chest. The stars above twinkled, but all I could feel was the rhythm of his heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. His hand, large and protective, caressed my arm slowly, his touch warm, his hold comforting.