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It was 10 at night when I got out of the bathroom after enjoying a relaxing hot bath before bed. I blew dry my hair off, combed it neatly and tied it into a ponytail. I slipped on my pyjamas and tucked myself under the covers.

As I was making myself cozy, I heard my phone buzzing on the bedside table and I sighed in disbelief. Who could be texting me at this hour anyway?

I reached out for it and looked at the screen. I gulped when I saw Justin's name appeared on the notification board. I unlocked it to read his text.

Oh no!? Negative! Bad idea! Ain't gonna happen. He shouldn't even be driving yet. I knew I should've asked Steve to hide his car keys from him. Stupid!?

Even though I couldn't see his face right now, I knew that he was smirking when he said that. He's trying to win this over. What a jerk!?

Damn it! I knew he would say that. Why does he have to be so stubborn? God! I hate him.

I placed my phone back on the bedside table and quickly got out of bed. I grabbed a blue hijab from the closet and wrapped it loosely around my head then went straight outside to the balcony and waited for him.

After 20 minutes later, I saw his black BMW pulling over the roadside and he got out of the car. He was wearing a dark blue sweatshirt and black pants with sneakers.

He waved his hand at me as soon as he noticed me watching him from the balcony. He began walking slowly towards the driveway, probably didn't want to wake up the others. Brilliant!

"Careful." I whispered as he climbed the tree to get to the rooftop. I waited for him to reach half the way up to the rooftop before started making my way up as well.

"Come here." he said, letting out his hands to hoist me up.

"Thank you." I grinned.

"Sure."

"It's nice out here, right?" he smiled, his eyes were exploring the entire sky.

"Yes, it is." I nodded.

"Let's sit over there." he demanded, pointing at the same spot that we spent the night together and I followed him as he led me to it. I sat down with my legs crossed and he plopped down next to me, sitting with his legs pulled into his chest.

When I glanced over at him, I noticed the sudden change of his expression. He was smiling and happy about a minute ago but it seemed like he was distracted by something. Something quite disturbing. I strongly believe that it has to do with his mother. Besides, he didn't mention anything about his mother at all since we have lunch together at his house.

"Hey? What's bothering you?" I asked, turning his face towards me with my index finger.

He sighed and grabbed my hand, "I was informed that she will be brought to court anytime soon."

"They've caught Mark as well. Nobody's getting away with this, Camila."

I looked up at him but he glanced the other way. He was pressing his lips together. I knew he was holding his tears. If only I could take all those pain away, I would do it.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked quietly.

"Anything."

"What's gonna happen to you if they take your mother away?" he glanced back at me as soon as he heard that.

"Don't worry about me. I mean..." he paused.

"This is all a big fucking mess." he ran his hands over his face.

"My mom should get what she deserved and I know that. But what's important is that you're safe. I just want us to have a normal relationship like everyone else out there."

"And..." his husky voice trailed off and he grabbed my hand once more.

"Maybe in a few more years we can get married and have children of our own. I'll be able to hold you in my arms and we'll be snuggling in bed together as long as we want." he smiled, drawing a circle in my palm with his index finger.

MasyaAllah! Our future that he imagined all this time was so beautiful and it felt so real. I wish it could be. I've wanted more than anything for us to be happy and escape this world for a little while. If we could just leave out all the rest and what's left is me and him. One day. Perhaps! In sha Allah!

"I'd like that very much." I grinned nervously.

When I heard him saying that we'll be snuggling in bed together sent goosebumps down my spine. I was getting butterflies all of a sudden. God! I hope my pale cheeks weren't turning red at the moment. If they did, it'll be so embarrassing.

"Sure." he pinched my nose and I pouted at him.

"Speaking of children..."

"I thought you don't like children." I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes.

"For the record." he put one finger in the air and shot me his arrogant gaze.

"I don't like everyone else's children and not my own." he clarified.

"Yeah right!" I said sarcastically and laughed.

"You'll see." he gave me a wicked smile and I gulped. Snap out of it, Camila!? That doesn't mean anything girl!

"Okay, subject change. Fast!" great thinking.

"What about your dad? Has he called?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yea, he did." he said with a bitter expression.

"So?"

"What?" he tried to drop the subject. I just knew it.

"I mean what did you guys talk about? Did you work it out with him?" I kept my eyes on his. The eyes speak the truth at all time. I want to hear it from him.

"Well..." he rubbed the back of his neck. I know that he was finding the right words to explain it to me.

"I don't know. I guess we're okay." he shrugged his shoulders.

"Hrmmm..."

"Justin?" I called, forcing him to look at me and he did.

"Promise me that you'll work it out with your father. He's a good guy and he loves you so much. You know that, right?" I frowned, begging him to make that promise.

If indeed his mother is going to jail anytime soon, he will have no one else except for his father. I wished he would know that.

He looked at me and sighed, "You know I'd promise you anything, Camila."

He dropped his gaze for a couple of seconds before tilting his head back up. I bet he was thinking whether or not to make that promise permanent. But I know he would do anything for me. Just for me.

"I promise, okay?" he forced a smile, stroking my head gently.

"Thank you. I appreciate it so much." I crinkled my nose at him and he chuckled.

"Anything for you, babe." he pulled me into his arms and snuggled against his chest. He rested his chin on my head just like he always did.

"You know what? I'll be the luckiest guy alive when I wake up next to you every morning." he whispered. I could feel him smiling when he said that and my heart fluttered as well.

I pulled away and gazed up at me, "When?"

"Yea. Well, I was told that it's better to use when rather than if. It sounds like you're being more serious about what you said. Don't you think?" he raised his eyebrows.

MasyaAllah! He is serious about planning our own future. Oh Allah! I love this boy so much. I hope that nothing could come between us again. Please ease everything for us. Amin!

"I couldn't agree more." I smiled.

"I love you." he declared the same thing to me. Over and over again.

"I love you too." I grinned.