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XIV. I'll drink to that

Too hot for the bath, I washed myself and got out after 30 minutes or so had passed. Wrapping a towel around myself and exiting the bathroom. I wasn't being a tease, I genuinely forgot to lift my lounge wear.
Copia was at his writing desk, writing who knows what, in his own little world.
This little man was growing on me day by day and I just couldn't resist him for some strange reason.
Taking advantage of his distraction, I lifted my underwear and started to put them on under my towel, followed by my clothes.
I poured us some drinks and set his beside him on the table before sitting in front of the TV. I didn't hear him stir, Copia stood up from his desk and sat beside me on the sofa, one arm around me and the other resting his drink on his knee.
"Did you enjoy your bath?"
Was that a smirk I seen on his face? That was a new expression I didn't know he had.
"I did...until you left"
Was I going to play along with this flirtatious banter?
His gaze returned to the TV as the smirk remained on his face, his hand stroking the top of my right arm.
"What would you have suggested?"
Panicked, I almost choked on my drink as I took a sip. What would I have done?
"Cardinal!"
I playfully chastised as he chuckled at my innocence.

Drinking enough to down a horse, Copia sat in front of me with an unsteady hand as he tried to paint my face like his. Large black circles around his eyes, the black upper lip. He even went so far as to draw on a fake moustache.
My wings protruded and I wiggled on the spot as Copia laughed.
"Do I look like you now?!"
I joined him in the laughing as I stood up with a wobble, drunkingly I stood in front of the TV and lifted my arms up above my head as I exclaimed.
"A message from the clergy!"
Unsteady on my feet, it didn't take long before I fell onto the sofa, my head landing on his lap.
Wings retracting , I giggled up at him as he finished another drink.

By the end of the night, we were lying tipsy on the sofa, still avoiding the elephant in the room, the baptism, the conspiracy and the inauguration.
Was I really was drinking to run from my troubles, is this how the spiral begins. So many thoughts and questions running through my head, trying to decipher the right way to address the situation at hand.

"I've been thinking..."
"About what amore mio?"
My cheeks flushed red, every time he spoke to me in Italian, my loins burned, my heart felt like it would explode, it made me want to kiss him again. I wanted to try it again.

"I...now don't judge me!" Cutting myself off to clarify that what I wanted wasn't a silly idea to me...to others, maybe.
"I won't judge you"

"Fine...I wish to adopt one of the orphans. I want to be a parent...I want to give them a mother..."
I hoped that he wouldn't assume it was the alcohol talking, I was being serious and I wanted him to know it.
"Could you raise a child alone?"

Drunk but also still maintaining a sense of decorum and sensibility, he was honest but fair. After all, I was lying on him, pissed drunk to avoid discussing my fears and concerns.

"I wouldn't have a choice...I'm single, it is what it is but I would do everything in my power to ensure that they thrive in a loving household"
Copia's expression softened as he lifted my drunken ass off the sofa and carried me to bed, drawing giggles from my lips.
"I believe you, if that's what you so wish, you can do that...would you not want your own child?"

Copia lay me down before changing out of his black cassock and into an old shirt and just his boxers, stumbling as he changed.
"I do, whenever it happens, I'll be pleased about it!"
I rolled over onto my left side, soon learning that it was a mistake as the entire room started to spin.
Starting to sink into the pillow, eyes widening at the spinning if the room, Copia laughed as he observed the obvious concern on my face.
He made me feel things in my heart and my soul.

Sitting up with my back against the headboard, he sat cross-legged facing me as we became so lost in one another.
So engrossed in our conversations that I had almost completely forgotten that we has intended on going to sleep for the night. I was so lost in his eyes, his personality, his smile...I was so lost in him that the world around me ceased to exist. Time ceased to exist. All that mattered in time and space was us and nothing else. No sister, no Nihil, Primo, Secondo or Terzo.

Upon contemplating our previous conversation surrounding me wanting a child, it was occurring to me that there was the question of was he offering to father a child with me or was I just that drunk?