Chapter 30 Drunk

<Mia>

"Oh, by the way, how's your plan to study abroad?" their uncle asked Ethan.

Studying abroad? He never mentioned this to me. Is he keeping secrets from me now?

At the other table, they were laughing while our conversation remained serious.

"I'm still considering it, uncle," Ethan replied, the person sitting next to me.

My heart skipped a beat as his hand started moving up and down my leg.

"Just go for it. It will add to your credentials," their uncle encouraged.

I looked at Ethan, but he quickly kissed my cheek.

"Are you tired? Would you like to sleep?" he asked me.

I couldn't help but get distracted by his Adam's apple. It was tempting to flick it.

"I'm not sleepy yet," I replied and continued eating.

The atmosphere was delightful, with a cool breeze and a clear view of the moon. A few stars dotted the sky, and there were lush plants surrounding us.

"Let me know when you start feeling sleepy. We can go to bed," he whispered in my ear, occasionally kissing the top of my head.

I wasn't tired yet; I was enjoying the moment.

Their conversation continued, filled with jokes and laughter.

"You know, Ethan, get a room," Uncle Alfred jokingly remarked.

"You've been kissing your wife the entire time," he added.

Ethan stopped kissing my shoulder as soon as he heard the comment.

I felt embarrassed; it seemed like everyone had noticed.

"We will," he replied, playing along with the joke.

"Yeah, they're going to have a baby! Everyone, get ready for a new member of the family!" Uncle announced to the gathering.

"Whose child will it be? Don't tell Mark, he'll be jealous of the baby!" his cousin teased.

"Idiot!" Mark retorted.

"Who else is everyone waiting for to have children? Of course, Ethan! It looks like he wants to lock up his wife in a room. Maybe she was forced to come with us," he continued.

I turned red with embarrassment, unable to meet anyone's gaze as all eyes fell on us.

"Congratulations, man!" they greeted us one after another.

"Don't make me the godfather, cousin!" another cousin joked.

"So that's why you took so long to come downstairs earlier! You said you were just checking on your wife!"

They teased Ethan while extending their well-wishes to us.

"Next month, we'll be expecting some big news from them."

"Get a room, you two! It's time to start making that baby!"

They shouted.

"We will do it, so better don't disturb us," Ethan told them all and pulled me away.

I turned pink with embarrassment because of what he said.

Damn it! What is he saying to his family?! I know they're open-minded, but it's still embarrassing.

They dispersed as we left the area, exchanging their own goodbyes.

"Go for it, bro!"

"Make the most of it, cousin! Bring a handsome creature!"

"Make it triplets, bro!"

Their cheers followed us.

Ethan held onto me tightly, but it didn't hurt. It was just right. Not too much, but firm.

"Ethan, it's embarrassing," I told him.

"They think it's true," he stopped and faced me, his brow furrowing.

"Why? I'm not joking about it," he said with a serious expression.

My eyes widened at his words. What the?!

He started walking again, pulling me along, taking big strides.

"You're such a jerk!" I cursed at him.

"One curse, one baby," he smirked. Damn him!

He's such an animal!

I'm not ready to have children and I don't even know what I want in life. Then he will get me pregnant. I don't want to give birth, it hurts. But it's nice to make a child.

Because of the speed with which he walked, we were already in his room. He smells like alcohol.

He was about to go to bed but he was almost out of balance. Good thing he was holding me.

“Careful.” I remind him and support him.

I just noticed that his eyes were red.

"Are you drunk yet?" I asked him and helped him unbutton his polo shirt.

"No."

But he looks drunk, he can't even take off his polo shirt.

I helped him take off his polo shirt because he didn't have the strength anymore. I can see his broad chest and fat arms again. He doesn't have abs, because he stopped going to the gym, but he has a flat tummy. I like his arms because they are big.

"Lay me down, then hug me tight." He demands me and tries to pull me. I shook my head, I was drunk.

"Stroke my hair like you used to do." He said drunkenly and closed his eyes.

I took off his watch and pants.

"Wife, do you want to make a baby now?" I stopped removing his pants. He was like an innocent child in the way he asked. The weight of this man.

"You're drunk." I got up to put his clothes in the laundry. I took him a shirt, I know he doesn't want to get dressed.

"I'm not drunk. Just had a drink.”

What he said was cute. Ethan enjoys pinching and flipping outside.

I helped him adjust his breathing. Earlier he was still able to walk, as soon as we entered the room he became drunk. He can still speak well.

"You're so cute!" I was so cheap to him when he pulled me hard and my face fell into his hard chest. Infairness hurts. My forehead hurts.

"Hmmm," he groaned.

"Ethan get ready!" I said to him annoyed. I faced him and fixed my hair that was messed up because of what he did.

He caressed my shoulder and opened his eyes slightly.

"Wife..." he called me hoarsely.

"Get ready,"

I was irritated with him. He doesn't want to let me go.

"Hmm," he groaned again and straightened up.

He also adjusted me and made our faces equal and I was slightly surprised when he tilted my head to kiss me. He groaned.

I respond in his kisses.

He brought my body closer to him while his hand was caressing me everywhere. I was terrified of the way he caressed me and every kiss he gave me was like longing.

It's hot. His palm was warm and it was left on my skin. I feel heat in my body.

He stops for a second to push me onto the bed. He was on top of me and pounced on my lips.

I moaned when I felt his hands on my boobs, he is squeezing my left boobs gently with a shiver.

Suddenly his kiss fell on my neck and I looked up to give him access.

I was about to protest when he lifted my chest above my neck and he sank down there. I pulled out his hair when I felt his hot mouth on my chest while one of his hands was squeezing the other tightly.

An accented growl escaped my mouth.

It's like this man is wild when he drinks.

I gasped as he quickly removed my clothes. I couldn't react anymore when he looked at me again. He is like a very hungry child.

I looked up and closed my eyes while running my hand through his hair. This feels so good.

One of his hands was already on the garter of the shorts and I moaned when I felt his palm touching my bottom even though there was a cloth blocking it. I felt like I was burned when he held me there.

I feel the heat of his body more every time he caresses me. I'm more and more passionate about what he's doing to me.

Ethan what are you doing to me? You're driving yourself crazy, with what you're doing.

I gasped when he suddenly took off his shorts. Did this man really drink? Earlier he fell while walking, but now he has strength.

I was about to stop him but he didn't stop.

My kiss went down to my belly. I'm holding my breath.

I also feel that every breath he takes is getting heavier.

I close my eyes and was thinking about how I was going to beat him when I felt that he was no longer moving. His face was buried in my stomach.

"Ethan..." I called him and shook him.

"Hubby..." I called him again but I got no answer.

What's up with him? Does he smell me? I have taken a shower. I don't take a bath every day but I'm sure I smell good and I don't have a bang or anything- just mention it maybe someone will report, there are still many marites.

I smelled my breath first before looking at him. Maybe he passed out from my smell.

I feel disappointed when he went to sleep. The depth of his breathing.

There, that's why he wanted to go up because he was sleepy from his drunkenness. Drinking and drinking can't last long.

I don't know how many hours I spent before I fixed him when he was lying down. His weight is too much. I feel like my shoulder is crippled.

He is hopeful.

The next day I woke up early again with him and as usual he was hugging me while his head was on my stomach. He didn't sleep well last night, ah. I didn't place him like that last night.

He was still slightly gaping. I slept so well like I wasn't hanged last night. Look, I won't ignore you later.

I decided to do a morning routine before going down. I want water, I feel thirsty. By the way, I used his toothbrush.

"Good morning, Mia!" they greeted me as I entered the kitchen.

"Eat here. Where's my brother?" Ate Ann asked me. She's usually the one who talks to me.

"Mia, let's eat here," her female cousin invited me.

Sister Ann pulled me to the dining area, where some had already finished eating and others were still having their breakfast. It was only a few of us present, probably because the others were still asleep. What time did they wake up last night?

I saw Tita Aurora sipping her coffee, looking very sleepy. There were only a few of us here, while it felt like we occupied the entire dining area last night. I heard that some of them had to go to work because there was an emergency at the hospital. They couldn't leave their patients.

Being a doctor is tough.

"Ate Ann, did my mom and dad go home?" I heard Maira ask.

"Yes, they went home last night. Didn't you see them?" Ate Ann answered her.

I made myself comfortable and started eating. As usual, there were eggs, ham, cheese, and bacon. It's the typical breakfast for the wealthy. But this family seems simple. I can tell that they have a big house and are probably wealthy, but they have a down-to-earth vibe. They don't wear excessive accessories, maybe because they're doctors by profession.

I looked around and noticed that Nathan wasn't here. Did he go home already? He always has this aloof look and seems like he doesn't like me.

"Aren't you waiting for Ethan? He might get upset if you didn't wait for him. He's quite sensitive," Auntie Aurora suddenly spoke to me, catching me off guard.

So far, only three of us were at the table, as some had already left after finishing their breakfast.

I looked at Maira when the name "Fairy" was suddenly mentioned. I didn't know who she was, and I wasn't sure why Maira was interested in seeing her.

We continued with our coffee, but the atmosphere shifted. There was tension in the air. I didn't know what to say or how to steer the conversation.

I felt a sense of regret and sympathy for Ate Ann. I didn't know how to help her or what small thing I could do to alleviate her burden.

Suddenly, the words came to mind, "If you want, we can talk about it. I'm here for you."

But before I could speak, the door swung open, and Fairy entered, her face filled with joy.