Mija Priestess

Part 61

We were all partying and enjoying a few too many drinks when the hotel bar announced at 3am that they needed us to leave as they had already stayed open longer than they normally would. I was feeling a little bit worse than tipsy when Damian picked up my bag and tried to usher me towards the door. My bag over his shoulder and his arm wrapped protectively around me and a half bottle of champagne in his other hand.

We all got into the lift and got out on our respective floors, Damian and I the last to leave. Damian steered me towards our room as I was now really feeling the affects of the indescribable amount of alcohol I had consumed. By the time we got to the door my shoes were off and in my hand being swung around my head like a terrible towel while I was cheering and dancing. All emotions from earlier drowned by the alcohol.

"Come on Mija, let's get you into bed." Damian grabbing me firmly yet gently nudging me through our hotel room door.

"That's exactly what you want isn't it Papi? You want to get me into bed and have your wicked way with me."

"Mija, this way please. Go straight to the toilet and then get into bed. To sleep." Damian manoeuvred me towards the bathroom where I did my business and stripped off until I was left sitting on the toilet completely naked.

"Papi? Do you love me?" I screeched from the toilet to Damian who was stood at the door protectively.

"Of course I do Sophie, why would you think that I don't?"

"Take me to bed then Papi. Make love to me. Make a baby with me Papi." It was at this point everything went blurred and the next thing I remember is waking up the next morning.

DAMIAN'S POV

Sophie was shouting at me from the toilet to make love to her. "No Mija, not while you are like this. You are too drunk to consent so I will carry you to bed and say goodnight." Sophie started nodding off on the toilet so I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I placed her in the bed and made about the room sorting a few things out, Sophie still lay in bed mumbling away about making a baby.

I went and got her a glass of water and placed it on her nightstand. "Mija, do you have some paracetamol? I want to make sure you have them ready for the morning." Soph grumbled and pointed towards her handbag, I didn't like going into her bag but I figured that this time it was for the greater good. I placed my hand in the main compartment and pulled out a familiar looking stick, I turned it around in my hand and saw the 1 line. My heart dropping slightly, is this why she was begging me to make a baby with her? Is this why she got so drunk? Why hadn't she told me? A million other questions now swimming round my head.

I took a deep breath and placed it down while trying to find the paracetamol but as I pulled out the tablets I also pulled out the box for the stick. I read it confused, an FSH menopause test. Why was Sophie testing for the menopause? Why hadn't she told me? I thought she had a taken a pregnancy test but in fact she thought that she was going through the menopause. I placed the box and stick on my nightstand and the paracetamol on Sophie's before getting into bed and googling things to try and help me understand.

I looked and realised that Sophie had been suffering from hormonal mood swings and extreme fatigue over the last few weeks as well as no periods. We had had completely uninterrupted sex but the majority of the time we used protection but obviously we got carried away from time to time but for her to do a menopause test she must have done a pregnancy test first.

I snuggled down in bed next to Sophie who was now snoring like a water buffalo and felt her roll over and snuggle into me. I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her hair while she mumbled something in her sleep. I lay there and listened. It sounded to me as though she was talking to children, this was bothering her and I needed to talk to her about it. Not now though, for now she needed to sleep. As for children, there was always adoption or surrogacy.

I held Sophie close to me and she stirred slightly. "I love you Mija and we are going to get through this."

"Ok Papi. I love you too." And before I knew it Sophie was snoring again.