I am sorry for not updating on this story in so long! I had no idea that people were even still interested in this until Dreamer758 asked me if I was ever going to update on this story or My Ghost. I'm still working on the latest chapter but here's the chapters I reworked (there are some slight changes to make the flow better) and I'll start reworking My Ghost soon as well, for anyone whose interested.
P.S-DumbledorefavoriteJam I really hope that you haven't committed writer's sucide.
Satine, the Sparkling Diamond of the Moulin Rouge, lay on her bed panting in complete exhaustion and sweating like mad from the work she had been through. But it had all been worth it for the wailing little person that Marie was cradling carefully in her arms.
Satine held out her arms to Marie. "Please, Marie, let me see my child," She said.
Marie obeyed, handing the child carefully over to Satine.
As Satine clutched infant to her, she felt like he had belonged there all along. A sudden wave of utter completeness consumed her. She knew that in a world where the main rule was never to fall in love that she had found someone for whom she would break that rule.
"It's a boy," Marie told her.
Satine nodded and gave her newborn son a smile. "Oh come now, stop crying," She said, rocking him gently. "There's nothing to be so sad about."She began to hum softly as she rocked him and slowly the baby's tears disappeared. "There now," She smiled. "All better." She pressed her lips against his forehead, loving the feel of his soft flesh.
When she raised her head she caught eyes with Zidler and was surprised to find him watching her in sadness. Her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Harold, what's wrong?" She asked.
Zidler sighed. This was not going to be easy.
"Satine, you cannot keep him," He said.
Satine's grip around her son tightened instantly.
"What are you talking about?" She demanded. "Why wouldn't I keep him? He's my son!"
"Exactly," Zidler said. "How will you look after him?"
"Marie can help me," Satine said. But, much to her amazement, Marie shook her head.
"I'm sorry Satine, but I can't," She said.
"Marie what are you talking about?!" Satine said. "Of course you can!"
"No she can't Satine," Zidler said. "The child cannot stay here at the Moulin Rouge."
"Why not?" Satine said. Her eyes narrowed and her voice filled with anger. "Tell me why not!"
"This is a kingdom of nighttime pleasures, Satine," Zidler said. "It is no place for a child to be raised. And further more how will we keep such a thing a secret? Word will get out Satine. People will not want a courtesan with baggage."
Satine shook her head, even though she knew that he was right. "I don't care," She whispered.
The atmosphere around the Moulin Rouge was not one that parents wanted to expose their children too and to raise one within its walls surely meant that there was a great risk that the child could be corrupted at a young age.
And knowledge of her son, no matter how hard they tried to keep it a secret, was sure to leak out somehow. And when people found out… Well needless to say Satine would no longer be the star of the Moulin Rouge.
"Satine, please," Zidler said. "It's already been arranged. He's going to a good family. One that will love him like one of their own."
"I don't want him to go with them!" Satine snapped. "He is mine!"
Suddenly she felt fingers prying through her arms and her head whipped to the side to see Chocolat gently trying to pull her baby from her arms.
"No!" Satine cried pulling the baby away from him.
"Satine, please," Zidler pleaded. "Just let us have him."
"No!" Satine cried. "I won't let you take him! I won't!"
"Then I'm sorry Satine," Zidler sighed.
He nodded at the doctor who pulled out a needle and stuck it carefully into Satine's arm.
And then Satine's world went black.