SURPRISE

White-themed room?! Well, last time I checked, we were still steering past the metropolitan area of Nairobi.


Shit! I knew I would fall asleep in a flush from his warmth. Damn me! Curse that sleep!

Who falls asleep in the middle of a surprise trip? Well, only stupid me, of course! Forget the time we got here because I have no clue at all, but what in God's name is this awfully cold place? Jeez! I am shivering even in the warmth of this duvet. If I thought I was feeling cold back in the car before I drifted off, now I am frozen! Where are we?

I lunge my languid self from the solace of this plush mattress in this exotic house, feeling the emptiness beside me with my hand. Did he wake up already?


Poor guy! He had quite an arduous time dealing with my sleeping, lazy self. As if sleeping on him the way I did wasn't enough, I had to give him the additional hardship of carrying me inside here. Well, I guess I have to crinkle this shivering aside and go find him and stop being a sleeping baby.

I lazily peel the duvet off me and squirm at the cold paralyzing me before dragging my feet on the floor.


"Shit!" I curse the minute my feet come into contact with the dismal, icy floor.

What sort of hell is this place? Are there any humans who reside in his area, or is it only for cold-blooded animals? I would probably spend my entire life under the covers if I were to live here. Ooh, merciful Lord!

"What is my gorgeous queen doing?" Damian speaks as he saunters through the door while I struggle to assume this cold and get up, smoke emitting from his mouth.

Goodness! Did they say there was no snow in Kenya? I know Limuru is one of the coldest towns in Kenya, but this is more than what is weathered in Limuru. Even my beauty god is wearing a hoodie. My!

He strolls to me and tucks me back on the bed, giving me a morning kiss, which I exuberantly relish because I need all the warmth I can get right now.

"I was planning to come to look for you," I mumble when we pull away, and he rolls beside me and tucks himself beside me, scooping me in his arms.

"I just went downstairs to order breakfast," he replies, pinning us together under the warmth of this duvet.

I snuggle closer, making sure there is not even a tiny gap between us under the duvet. I shouldn't even have thought of peeling off from the warmth of it. That way, I would not be shivering right now and feeling like I was dipped in a bucket of snow. "Okay. So, is it usually this cold over here? What is this place anyway?" I query.

"We are at the foot of Mount Kenya, so yes!"

Whoa! What's that? Like, the Great Mount. Kenya?

My mouth sags agape for seconds, while my orbs are endeavoring to peek through the closed window curtains to get a sneak peek at how it looks outside. Mt. Kenya is the only volcanic mountain in the whole nation, so understand my skepticism. And we are at its base? If my history is still fresh and right, this mountain is shrouded by wildlife, so where literally are we?

"And this room? This house is... What part of the base of the mountain are we?" I query.

"It is an ongoing construction hotel. It's still far from being completed, so forgive me if I can't make you even a cup of coffee here."

What the heck is he chattering about? He brought me on my very first vacation, not just to any damn place but to the most beautiful place on the list of Kenya's tourist sites. And to his hotel. This is so damn overwhelming.

"We can make some beautiful memories here, right?"

Freaking, yes! Wait, memories, huh? And the way he is saying it, he sure is so ready for the adventure, huh? I love that because, men, we need to work on something to deal with this cold for God's sake!

"Wow! I honestly never expected this, Damian. You are simply terrifying, you know that?"

Nobody has ever done something so spectacular in my life. My! But... I get relinquished by thoughts, wondering if we are really going to spend the seven days here because, men, how? With this cold engulfing us,? What if we freeze here to death? Not even the warmth that I am sampling from him is helping.

"What's wrong? You don't like it here?" He implores, conceding my concerns.


He tucks some loose strands of my hair behind my ear. "I do like the idea of a vacation. I loved the place as early as now, but what are we going to do here? Stay in bed for the whole seven days?"

"That is the whole idea of this vacation," he responds, and I raise an eyebrow. A whole freaking week under the covers? What's on his mind? Sex all through? What if… "You don't look okay. What is running through your mind?" He asks, caressing my cheek.

"Nothing. I'm okay." I lie.

"No, you are not. Tell me. Are you afraid that you might not be able to handle me for all that long?" he asks.

Yeah! I almost forgot; sometimes I'm like an open book to him. And I am not afraid of him. I can handle him. Except for that, it is seven freaking days with nothing else to do but enjoy our conjugal rights. He might break my spine for all I know. And even if I manage to handle him for all those seven days, I might end up with his seed in my womb at the end of this vacation. This is too much sex, you know. "Forget it. I'm just overwhelmed, you know. I didn't expect this." I lie again.

I can't tell him that I'm nervous about ending the vacation with a seed in my womb. But, come to think of it, am I safe even now? I mean, never even once did we use protection ever since we started having sex. Nobody cared about the aftermaths of our steamy sessions. Why should I care now? And him, I don't think using protection has ever crossed his mind. I think I'll just trust that we will be safe, right? Or maybe even wish that miracle happens. Carrying Damian junior or Ellie junior would be a blessings. An additional blessing to our love and happiness.