Page 288 of When a Soul Cries

No condom.

Not once.

Sol must’ve reached the same conclusion because her eyes widened.

“Rome.”

I lifted my head and met her gaze. “I know.”

“You—”

“I closed my eyes for half a second. “I know.”

That had been irresponsible as hell.

There wasn’t an excuse for it.

I’d been so caught up in her—in us—that every bit of common sense had apparently left the room.

And now there was no undoing it.

A baby.

Our baby.

That possibility should’ve scared the shit out of me.

It didn’t.

That was probably the craziest part.

Sol stared up at me, studying my face.

“You don’t look worried enough.”

I brushed a curl away from her forehead. “I’m thinking.”

Her brows pulled together. “About what?”

I looked at her.

Halo.

Dada.

Sol walking through my house barefoot.

Another little baby crawling across my floor.

Sugga losing her damn mind.

Kai teaching my kid shit I’d specifically told him not to teach them.

Family.

My family.

The image came so naturally that something inside me settled.