Disclaimer: I dont own any of the characters expect Duke. I'm only writing this because I'm sick and bored. I'm not trying to change the movie or sometihng.
Christian slowly opened the box of Satine's things he had found. He rooted through her old clothes, with tears staining them. He saw her almost broken corset. "Satine" he murmuerd. "Why did you try to hide your beautiful waist?" He picked it up and ran his fingers over the fabric. A thin sheet of paper fell out. He opened it and sobbed aloud.
'Christian,
My love, I know I am dying. I have always known it, just as I have always known you.
But there is something you must know. It may not seem possible but it was and it is. We have a son. Christian, a son!
He lives in Bourges, only a few days away from Paris. I kept it from you, from all of you, because I did not want him to live in Moulin Rouge. I do not want our child to bear what we had to. Christian forgive me. I love you so much., and I love him so much. Please, go and see him. You are a father now. I want him to grow up and have at least some part of a normal life.
And Christian, I beg you to forgive me again. His name is.......Duke.
I will love you no matter where I go. You will always be mine.
Your Satine'
He looked over at the corset and re read the letter. Then he sat nex to his type-writer and cried himself to sleep.
A/N If you liked r/r, then I'll add on.
Christian slowly opened the box of Satine's things he had found. He rooted through her old clothes, with tears staining them. He saw her almost broken corset. "Satine" he murmuerd. "Why did you try to hide your beautiful waist?" He picked it up and ran his fingers over the fabric. A thin sheet of paper fell out. He opened it and sobbed aloud.
'Christian,
My love, I know I am dying. I have always known it, just as I have always known you.
But there is something you must know. It may not seem possible but it was and it is. We have a son. Christian, a son!
He lives in Bourges, only a few days away from Paris. I kept it from you, from all of you, because I did not want him to live in Moulin Rouge. I do not want our child to bear what we had to. Christian forgive me. I love you so much., and I love him so much. Please, go and see him. You are a father now. I want him to grow up and have at least some part of a normal life.
And Christian, I beg you to forgive me again. His name is.......Duke.
I will love you no matter where I go. You will always be mine.
Your Satine'
He looked over at the corset and re read the letter. Then he sat nex to his type-writer and cried himself to sleep.
A/N If you liked r/r, then I'll add on.