Mija Priestess

Part 39

After the stresses of the weekend it felt nice to be back home and relaxing in our own bed. I had messaged our neighbour to advise her she wasn't needed to pop in as we would be home for the next week, but Betty being the sweetheart she was had nipped in before we got home and changed our bed for us. As well as grabbed some fresh groceries.

I awoke about midday and realised that yet again Mr Priest had managed to sneak out from under me and get up without me noticing. I got up and chucked on Damian's Slayer shirt, which still smelt of him and some black denim shorts before heading towards the kitchen in search of food. I stopped in the hallway when I heard the shouting. "estúpido horno. me quemó de nuevo."

I giggled a little before continuing into the kitchen and being greeted by an all too familiar sight. Damian was in full baker mode; grey sweatpants, his apron, glasses on and hair up in a messy man bun. He loved baking and would always bake when stressed or happy or just when home. In fact I don't think he ever actually needed a reason, it was just his thing. "Why are you calling the oven stupid for burning you again? Surely that is your fault."

Damian placed the tray in his hands on the side and made his way over to me to give a good morning kiss. "I was taking the pie case out and putting the white chocolate macadamia cookies in and caught myself on the door again. Anyway, good morning Mija."

"Good morning Papi. This is most certainly something I don't get tired of but why are we baking today? We have only been back a few hours."

"It's July 4th and so I thought as we were at home we would invite a few of our local friends over for some food, drinks and fireworks." I stood in the kitchen doorway thoughtfully looking at the floor. "Mija? What's wrong?"

"Umm, today isn't just July 4th." Damian raised his eyebrows at me. "It's my birthday too. I told you I would tell you one day when it is and it's today. I just never had any reason to celebrate before so I have never bothered with it. That's why I was always so evasive and would change the subject when you asked."

"I know."

"What do you mean? You know? How?" Before he could answer. "Rhea?"

"Of course Mija, there was no way I was not going to find out. I didn't want you thinking I didn't care enough to bother like everyone else. Crees que soy un completo idiota?"

I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you and no, I don't think you are a complete idiot. Yo soy la idiota. I should have just told you."

"You are not an idiot either Soph, I didn't want to push you but figured as it hadn't passed and due to the year you left school that it would be coming up soon. I asked Rhea and she told me straight away. I will admit that is also the reason for the little get together. Rhea told me you had never had a birthday party." I shook my head.

"No te pierdas lo que nunca tuviste. Don't miss what you never had."

"I know what you said Soph, you don't need to translate for me. I do have to say though Mija, your Spanish is coming along well. You must have a great teacher."

"I suppose he isn't too bad. I just think that when we have kids they should be bilingual. That way they can understand when you shout at them and you won't be able to hide anything." I giggled to let him know that I was joking.

"When we have kids?" Damian questioned and smirked. I felt my cheeks flush red and my eyes widen in horror. We had never discussed marriage, kids or anything more than what we have right now.

I kissed Damian on the cheek and started to retreat. I didn't want to discuss it, not now. "I'm going for a shower. Shout me if you need me." I ran back down the hallway and slammed the door behind me. I sat on the bed and sobbed. Had I just blown it? I constantly seem to fuck it up. Just when things are going well I say something stupid.

DAMIAN'S POV

"When we have kids?" I couldn't help but smile at the thought. The thought of Sophie carrying my child and then the thought of being a Dad and teaching them martial arts, taking them back to the Island for holidays, spoiling them and just being there for them and Sophie.

I could see Sophie was now panicking and before I had a chance to say anything she had kissed me on the cheek and ran back to the bedroom claiming she was about to shower. I knew we would have kids one day, I just don't think either of us had ever mentioned them before. There was no doubt in my mind though that the woman who was living with me, learning Spanish for me and currently in our bedroom sobbing thinking I can't hear her was going to be the Mother of my children one day.

I wanted to go and hold her but I knew better. As much as I hated hearing her sob, I knew that sometimes the best thing I could do for her was let her cry it out and be there when she has calmed a little. I waited until I could hear the shower running and then tidied myself a little before going and meeting her in the bedroom.