The Heiress

The Heiress-7

For the next three weeks, Arian was taken to Sophia every night after dinner. They would do as her father had instructed, then spend the rest of the evening talking, watching movies, or sometimes doing as he had instructed a second or third time. Arian slept in Sophia's room most every night and usually woke up with her in his arms. On the weekends, when the family was hosting parties, they would see each other briefly before Arian was taken to the groomers and to work the party through the night.

Arian hadn't told any of his brothers or sisters what was going on, so all eyes were on Sophia when she entered the slave's gym that Thursday morning. They were doing their personal workouts when she glanced around the room before finding Arian panting on a treadmill to her left. She caught his attention quickly and pulled him over to a vacant corner of the room before handing him a small plastic stick. He caught his breath before looking down at it.

"Is this what I think it is?" He asked with a note of excitement on his tongue.

Sophia nodded.

"It's the fourth one I've taken in as many days."

"Soph," Arian took her into his arms, the positive pregnancy test dangling from his fingers. He pulled her back and kissed her, not caring what anyone thought.

"Soph, I love you."

Arian immediately regretted his words and cursed his mouth. He knew that it was not his place to love anyone, especially not the young mistress. He also knew that saying that sort of thing was likely to get his punished or removed from the estate entirely.

"I'm sorry," he began to apologize.

"Ari, don't. I love you too," Sophia spoke quietly before pulling Arian into another kiss. After it broke he pulled her into another hug, breathing the fragrant scent of her hair. She stepped back after a moment.

"I have to go show my dad."

"You came to me before your dad?" Arian asked with disbelief. Sophia just shrugged.

"I think you're a pretty important person in this process."

Arian didn't answer, he just stared at her. She was the first person to really care about him in the 7 years since he had been kidnapped.

"Probably don't tell anyone. They say to wait three months to make sure everything takes."

"I won't."

Sophia smiled again before leaving. Arian stood and watched her go, remaining in the same place for some time after she left, trying to comprehend the fact that he was going to be a father.

It was something that he had known since their first night together, but now that she was actually pregnant...everything got so much more real.

"What was that?" Garrick asked when Arian returned to the treadmill next to him.

"I can't talk about it yet, oh I want to Garrick, as soon as I can, you're going to be the first person I tell."

"Okay, Arian. As long as you're okay."

"I am," Arian said, slightly unsure of his words.

The slaves returned to their schedules and did not divert from them for the rest of the day. Garrick was again called to serve the mistress that night, and again Arian remained in his bed. On nights that they both stayed in the quarters they would play cards or talk to pass the time. Tonight, Arian was left with the fear in his thoughts.

Sophia went to her parents, her father was ecstatic when she told him the news. He even hugged her. Her mother had smiled and given her a kiss on the cheek before returning to her manicure as though nothing had happened.

Three months passed rather quickly, Arian and Sophia didn't see each other as much as they had, but Sophia still made a point to call on him four or five times a week, telling her father that he had chosen a very pleasing man to be her mate. She brought him pictures of her first and second ultrasound that he kept in his bunk and looked at secretly most nights. He worked weekend parties and diligently did his duties as a slave, but not with the same vigor as he had before. His mind was always on Sophia.

Arian was on Sophia's mind as well. The pregnancy was keeping her awake, and she began to recognize the fact that her life was effectively over. She rolled onto her side, still able to relatively easy get comfortable. She was showing, but not too much. The baggy sweaters that she usually wore hid the baby bump well. Sophia hugged a pillow, wishing for nothing more than Arian next to her. She had only fallen more in love with him as the time went on, but tonight he was working the party downstairs, fucking some other girl instead of being with her.

She went to her father's office the next morning and knocked on the door, waiting for him to call.

"Sophia," he spoke her name as she entered.

"I have a request," she got right to the point, just as she knew her father liked.

"Yes?"

"I don't want 11 to work parties anymore."

"Why would I grant such a foolish request, Sophia? He was a slave, is a slave, and will always remain a slave. That's not going to change because he is a fit specimen for breeding."

"I understand that father," she spoke, choosing to make her best argument first, sentiment having failed her. "But I'm concerned that he may mistakenly impregnate another girl, at which point my child would have a half brother or sister out there. That would only complicate things far beyond they are worth for one slave. I'm sure you could buy another without a problem."

Adler thought for a moment before conceding that a half sibling of a Rothschild, even if it didn't carry any blood, would be a potential issue.

"He won't work tonight."

Arian was offered no explanation as to why he was left behind when all of the other slaves were taken to the groomers. He didn't bother asking the servants what was going on, knowing that he would not get a response. He waited up long into the night to be called to service, but he never was. He couldn't think of a reason why, he was extremely popular at the parties, guests loved him. He was nervous of what he could have done that would have made his master remove him from the exact thing that he had been purchased for.