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We went home after saying goodbye to his family. His mom, Claire managed to remind me to join their brunch tomorrow knowing I'm crashing at Luca's tonight.

Yes, they know I always crash at his place.

No, they don't know we sleep in the same bed. Perhaps due to the fact he has two guest bedrooms downstairs so they don't bother to ask the details.

"Are you sick, babe?" Luca asks when I just popped the birth control pill into my mouth. I ignore him and drink the water to push the pill down my throat.

That 'babe' has been annoying me to death since the past two hours. Back at the Gala, we spent a few minutes chatting with his distant cousin and her plus one. Maybe I'm not hip enough, or Luca's too old to consider using 'babe' as a term of endearment but both of us had the same look every time they use 'babe' with each other.

That's how the 'babe' came into our life. It started as a joke when I called him that at the end of my sentence, to mock his cousin and her boyfriend. But then he