Chapter 8: News

"Do you take this women to be your loftily wedded wife?"

"I do." Demetrious held my hands and smiled at me. It was soon enough my turn.

"And do you, take this man to be your loftily wedded husband?"

"I do," I responded smiling.

"I now pronounce you, husband and wife…you may now kiss, the bride," he said smiling. Demetrious let go of my hands, brought me close to him and stared into my eyes for a moment,

before kissing me. We bid the minister farewell and left the church to our reserved hotel room.

We arrived just minutes after. Walking into the hotel, I admired my surroundings. In the entrance was a large water fountain surrounded by hundreds of flower arrangements.

"That is room 415," the man said handing the key to Demetrious. "You bags will be brought up shortly."

"Oh, that's fine, we have everything." The man nodded and Demetrious grabbed my hand, leading me to the elevator. We boarded it and he pressed the fourth floor button. We reached

the top and the elevator dinged, opening its doors. We walked down the hallway fifteen doors down. He slid the card through the lock and the light flashed green , clicking open.

"Well, here we are," he said sitting his bag down on a nearby table. The room was immaculate. Dark red curtains hung from the rod, covering a huge sliding glass door. Rose and baby's

breath filled vases were set up around the room. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room, against the wall, that had been covered with blood colored rose petals.

"Demetrious! It's so beautiful!" He said nothing, but only smiled and picked me up, leading me towards the bed. "Demetrious!" I laughed. He grinned, laying me down on the bed lightly, giving me a kiss.

"You stay here…I'll be right back."

"Ok," I said smiling. He walked into the bathroom and had gotten a quick shower. He came back moments later, changed into his sweatpants and his hair dripping wet. He lied down on the

bed next to me.

"Hey…"

"What?' he said profoundly.

"I love you." He smiled.

"An I love you too," he said kissing my nose, making me giggle. He lied there for the longest time stroking my cheek and staring at me. After awhile I couldn't stand staring at him

anymore. His gaze was so intensely fixated on my eyes. "What's wrong?" he said sitting up on the bed.

"Oh, nothing. I'm fine," I said smiling.

"Okay." He leaned over kissing me and I kissed him back.

"Demetrious?"

"Yea?" Like always I never said anything else, only his name as if seeing if he was really there, it wasn't a dream or just my imagination. I think he understood too, because he never said

anything either.

He had his fingers laced through mine, holding my arms down. His hands slid down my arms, down my sides, and to my stomach, where he grabbed my shirt and pulled it off,

throwing it on the floor. He made his way back down past my waist and unbuttoned my jeans, taking them off and throwing them on the floor as well, along with my bra afterwards. I slid

my hands down his back, then drawing small circles with my fingernails, as he kissed me from my neck to just above my chest. His body slid down mine, as he kissed his way down to my

stomach, then pulled off my underwear, then his own. Applying slight pressure, he slowly glided his hands back up my legs, up my stomach, over my chest, and up my arms, lacing his

fingers into mine again.

"Demetrious…" I moaned as he pressed his body into mine. Some cold droplets of water from his hair had been dripped onto me, but I didn't care. His body was hot and I could feel his

tensed muscles being pressed into me. "Deme…tri…us," I said breathlessly. My heart was racing, when I felt his heavy breathing chest on my own. My eyes were shut tightly and I

gritted my teeth together. I had such a firm grip on his hands, my fingers were squeezing into his hands. "Geh…Demetrious!" I screamed to him, pressing my chest into his, but he didn't

answer. After a moment, my tight grip on his hands had eased off. I slowly opened my eyes, to find him staring down at me.

"You…alright?" he wheezed.

"Yea," I said smiling and placing my hand on his face. He took my hand in his own and kissed it, then got off me. I breathed heavily laying there and soon drifted off to sleep.

I awoke some hours later with a rancid feeling in my stomach.

"Ugh…what the hell…?" I clutched my stomach sitting up, which made it worse. I leaned over the bed, grabbing my underwear and shirt, slipping them on, leaving everything else in a

pile. I got up and slowly walked to the bathroom. "Ugh…" I started running to the bathroom, one hand still on my stomach and now one hand across my mouth. I made it to the bathroom

just in time before I leaned over the toilet, throwing up. I threw up four times, by the time Demetrious slowly walked into the bathroom, rubbing at his eyes.

"Honey, what's wrong?" he said leaning down placing an arm around me. I threw up one last time before I managed to say anything.

"Uh…I don't know…I just woke up feeling sick, then I got dressed , felt even worse, ran to the bathroom, and threw up."

"Get dressed properly. I'll take you down to the hotel clinic." He helped me get up so I could go get dressed. He got dressed himself, then grabbed the room key card and lead me out the

room. We slowly walked to the elevator, pressed the button for the doors to open, and then got on. The elevator didn't help much, but it was the quickest way. We got to the clinic office

and he knocked on the door a few times.

"It's open!" a voice shouted. Demetrious opened the door and closed it after we walked in. "Be with you in just a moment." After a minute or two, a short, stalky, older women walked out

of the office. She had dark gray hair and small glasses. "Yes?" she said pushing her glasses down for a better look.

"My wife here, isn't doing to well right now."

"What's wrong dear?"

"I just threw up five times and I feel like I have to…" I covered my mouth and she pointed to a room right down a very small hall.

"How long has she been like this?"

"Just today."

"How long?"

"She just woke up with it."

"Ok. Thank you," She said nodding and walked down the hallway to me. She held out her hand. "Able to get up darling?" I nodded, taking her hand. She led me to a enclosed room, up

the hallway from the bathroom. "Sit here please." I sat down in the chair she had ask me to. She asked me several questions and ran a few tests, then left the room to get Demetrious. He

came into the room, walking over to me and taking my hand into his, stroking it.

"Is she going to be ok?" She laughed a bit."

"She'll be more than fine."

"Good," he said with a sigh of relief. "What is it? A stomach virus?" She laughed again.

"No, just a bit of a case of morning sickness."

"Morning sickness?" I gasped pulling my hands from his and covering my mouth.

"Does…that mean I'm…"

"Your what!" asked Demetrious startled.

"Yes my dear," the old women nodded. "Congratulations…you 're pregnant."