Wedding night (4)

The moment they reached the elevator, Marga felt the world spinning, so she clutched tighter at her husband's neck, "Woah", then she closed her eyes. "What's wrong Marga?" Stephen worriedly looked at his wife who was closing her eyes, but he got no reply, he felt her pulse, her breathing was okay, so he just waited for the elevator door to open and immediately walked towards their room, which was the at the end of the lobby.

Inside the room, he carried Marga to the bed and laid her down gently. Her face was pink, and she was also sweating profusely, he tried to wake her up by tapping her shoulder and calling her name. "Marga, Marga, wake up. How are you feeling Honey?" he checked her pulse again, it was still fine, her breathing was rather deep, has she fallen asleep? "Marga, can you squeeze my hand if you hear me?" from his experience, people who are not used to drinking alcohol can get alcohol poisoning that may cause them to experience episodes of nausea and vomiting, in rare cases it will also cause diarrhea, and his wife is not used to drinking, he should have known. Good thing, Marga squeezed his hand, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you dizzy?" Marga just mumbles unintelligently, so he went to the bathroom and wet a towel to wipe her body to help her cool down. He was slowly wiping her face, then her arms, then he unbuttons her dress, and slowly slid it down, then continued wiping his wife's burning body. Marga was not used to drinking at all, although she gets to drink occasionally during client meetings, however, tonight she drank a whole lot, and he let her, so he was at fault too.

He wanted to call for an emergency kit from the hotel when suddenly Marga stood up and held her hand over her mouth and signalled for him to get of the way. Then inside the bathroom, Marga vomited all the food and wine that she had consumed this evening, Stephen worriedly followed her and stood next to her while she continued to vomit, while her hair was held back by him.

After she was done, she was so weak, that she did not even have the strength to raise her head, she was now only wearing her underwear and the floor was cold, but Stephen was quick to carry her back to their bed, then covered her with a blanket. "Do you feel any better Honey?" he said while caressing his wife's face and wiping the side of her mouth.

"I'm sorry, I ruined our honeymoon baby..huhu" then she sobbed helplessly and hid her face inside the blanket.

"Of course you didn't Honey, we were just having a lot of fun, and it is just the first night. What is important is that you are feeling better. Do you want to eat something, I think you threw up everything you've had tonight?" Stephen pulled the blanket down and kissed the girls forehead.

"I'm really sorry, I won't drink again, I swear." Marga hugged Stephen tightly, their evening was now ruined because of her being drunk, her husband is such a gentleman not to mind, be she did mind.

"I will order some soup for you to sober up, and maybe some food too, would you like some pasta?"Stephen said while continuing to hug Marga.

"Anything is fine, I just want to close my eyes for a bit. I'm really sorry Honey, I will make it up to you." then she kissed her husband's lips and curled on the bed, her stomach was still queasy and she was, in fact, a bit hungry.

He just let her close her eyes, while he called for room service, he ordered their speciality soup (mushroom soup), then some pasta with garlic bread, then he ordered for some french fries and burgers too, this was her comfort food which he usually cooked when he had time during his visit to her apartment. After fifteen minutes, the food arrived, so he went to the bedroom with the food tray and woke up his sleeping wife.