"No one's looking at us now. Me and my baby are alone here." Black told me again, and I realized where he was getting at. I had successfully changed the topic, but it only lasted for a few minutes. He was such an idiot who can not read the mood. We were having a serious talk, but he bought that topic again to embarrass me.

"I'm not a baby!" I finally said without holding myself back. "Put me down, you dolt."

"There's no way that I'm letting you go." Black started arguing with me. I felt his arms clenching my waist tighter than before as if he was afraid that I'll fly away like a bird if he didn't hold me in his cage.

"Ah. You're holding me too tight. It hurts. It hurts." I bluffed.

"Is it really hurting?" Black asked in a very caring voice. "I'm sorry." Black eased up his grip on me. It was just enough to support me. I leaned behind a little. I was in a higher position than him after I had climbed onto him. I looked down only to see his handsome face staring at me.

"Tricked you," I said and flicked my middle finger on the centre of his forehead.

"Ouch." He cried out, but I wasn't sure that it hurt him.

"You're such a naïve child."

"You..." Black said as if he was angry at me but his voice but his expressions betrayed him. I felt like laughing at him.

"I'm so going to punish you." Black poked my stomach with his fingers, tickling me. That little poke sent shivers down my spine. I knew what he was going to do, and it was so scary.

"Noooo. Not that..." I said, but I said it too late.

Black kept both of his hands on my waist and started poking tenderly with his thumb. His poke was gentle, but somehow it touched the most ticklish spots on my skin. That combination was deadly. I laughed, and I laughed. No matter how much I tried to suppress my laughter, I couldn't stop. My hands were placed over his. I tried my best to get rid of his hand, but my small hands were powerless against his strong ones. I felt like pulling his hair at times so he would stop but I couldn't bring myself to harm his perfect hair. I couldn't move my hands away from his. I feared that he might tickle me more if I let go.

Within a few seconds, I was left breathless. I tried so hard to grasp the air, but I could only exhale air out of my lungs. I was on the verge of fainting when he ultimately stopped his assault. I placed my head on his shoulder and rested my weak, powerless body.

"Now tell me who's a baby."

"I am... I am... I'm a baby... I'm a newborn..." I helplessly said. I couldn't take another assault of tickles. Though I accepted my defeat, in my mind I was thinking of how I could get back at him.

Black chuckled victoriously and started walking down the hallway.

When I regained my energy, we were already out of the main gate of the building and in the open. He was walking towards the parking zone. But many students were sitting on the benches across and walking around. There were more people than there were in the hallway. He was walking slowly, with me in his arms. Everyone would look at us more or less. I could bet they were thinking that I and my Black were weirdos.

"Put me down, Black."

"You're so shy."

"It is embarrassing..."

"Am I embarrassing you?"

"I didn't mean that... Just..."

"Want to see magic?"

"Why are you thinking about magic now? Put me down first."

"See."

At that moment, I felt something strange. It was a very peculiar feeling. I felt something, but I couldn't put into words what I felt. There was like a change in surroundings, but everything was the same as before in my view.

To make an analogy, I felt that the world was chaotic before. Like there was a ship sailing under a storm. The ship dwindled as if it would break or sink anytime. But despite all of this, the ship kept floating in the water.

But suddenly the storm stopped. The dark clouds scattered away and clear blue appeared in the sky. The rain droplets vanished into thin air instead of falling down. The waves in the water disappeared, and the sea became dead silent. It felt just like that. There was peace. Everything was frozen. At that moment, I realized the change in the real world.

The time had stopped!

"What the..." I said and the sound kind of echoed a little from nothingness. I gawked with my mouth open in astonishment. My jaw would have dislocated if not for my Black closing my mouth.

The people that were talking with each other had their mouth open as if they were going to say something, but they said nothing. The people that were looking at us before, appeared to be looking behind us because he hadn't stopped walking. I saw someone playing with a football and the ball has stopped in mid air.

"What did you do?" I came back to my senses only to realize that my Black did all that. Was that the real strength of Black? I asked him in a very faint voice, fearing my voice would start that stopped time or my voice would echo again.

"I call this ability the Leap of Time," Black said in a smug manner as he showed off. Normally, he doesn't show much emotion when he shows his ability, but this time he had a very proud voice.

"You've stopped time?" I asked. I knew that I still had underestimated the powers of the strongest angel.

"No. I've just increased the flow of time around us. A second of the outside world is almost equivalent to a hundred second near us. And because time is separated, space has become distorted. No one in the outside world can see or touch us. But we cannot touch them either."

That was some insanely overpowered ability. If someone runs five meters in one second, won't he be able to run half a kilometre in one second after using this ability? Running is slower in comparison with flying. I've never seen him fly, but he has admitted that he can! How fast can he be?

"In my best condition, I can use this ability for like a thousand seconds here. But because we two are here, we only get something like five hundred. I guess it's more than enough to reach your car and you won't need to be embarrassed."

My mind started having vertigo as I listened to him explain. He was using that inhumane ability just because he didn't want to let me go from his embrace for a while. Was that smart or stupid? It felt like he was using a sharp sword to peel off vegetables.

I stopped thinking about it. The more I would think of it, the more I would get annoyed. I only focussed on his sincere wish to hold me more and I felt warm in my heart again.

He walked while carrying me silently. I didn't know how he knew where my car was parked but he walked in the right direction. I didn't ask him anything, but my head just wandered around, enjoying the wonders of the world one can only see while the time had stopped. The more I looked, the more fascinated I felt.

"Eve..." Black spoke, but his voice didn't echo. I wonder if I was hallucinating before. "I wonder how many babies would you like to have?"

"Where did this come from?" I replied. I realized that my echoing voice from before was really my misconception.

"Was wondering ever since you professed you are a baby." I could only ignore him. He had grasped my weak spot, and it was like my neck was hung on a blade. I couldn't deny him at that moment. At that moment, I think we had come close enough to discuss something like that without any shyness or hesitation.

"I guess two are more than enough." I sincerely answered him. "I've never before thought of the topic but as everyone says, two are the best."

"That's so... less..." Black exaggerated. Two ain't that less. We were talking about babies, not candies!

"How many kids would you like to have?" I forwarded him the same question.

"Um... let's see." He pondered for a while and then replied, "At least thirty-three."

"Oh." A little oh escaped my mouth but when I realized what he said, I was instantly stunned beyond belief. I wondered if I heard the wrong number, so I asked again to clear my doubts. "How many?"

"Thirty-three," Black said in a plain voice as if it was just normal. "This many babies sounds just fine to me!"

Like hell that was a fine number!

"You know how babies are made right?"

"Hey, I'm not even that ignorant."

"Then do you want to kill me?" I murmured subconsciously.

"Why do you say that?"

...

...

An awkward silence followed after that. I didn't know what to say to him. He was so freaking dense. I wondered if he had any brain inside. I've heard that it hurts like hell when babies are born. I've even seen it in some videos. Won't I die while giving birth to so many babies?

A thought then appeared in my mind. My Black had told me that he can always heal me to my best condition. Then did it mean he was serious? Another thought appeared in my mind, which was more comfortable to think at. He was tricking me like I had tricked him before. He was getting back at me.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Why would I joke around with such a serious topic?" He spoke in a very firm tone.

Shit!

My Black wasn't kidding!