A/N: This story was written due to extreme writers block. Here's my idea of what would've happened if Satine had lived long enough to have a kid.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." I sang slowly, looking down at my baby girl. Love was what we had named her. That was all Satine and I had. Our love. We had escaped the Duke because of it. And immediatley following the show, we had taken a ship to America. Satine had lived longer than the doctor had predicted, a whole 9 months longer. In New York City our beautiful Love was born. October 15 I lost my love, but I gained my little Love.
Now two years later, my little girl was starting to look more and more like her mother. She had her curly red hair, her blue eyes, and her flawless pale skin. She looked up at me with those eyes, and I kissed her cheek.
"Your mother would've loved you." Thinking back on my adventures in France, at the Moulin Rouge, I find myself wondering how things would've been different for Satine, Love, and I without the Duke. There would've been no secret realationship, I know that much. "Love, my dear, your mother is looking down at us right now." Tears started to well up in my eyes, and Love looked up at me from her crib, confused.
"Daddy, Uncle Tully says that mommy is in heaven. What is... Heaven?" I smile. She is very smart for her age. She also knows how to get me to do whatever her little mind thinks up. Toulouse had come with us, and he lived in the apartment above ours with his Lily. They had had twins, two months older than Love. He had named them Monica and Nicholas. Love and the twins do everything in their power to drive us mad.
"Heaven is... a place where good people like your mother go after they... die." She nodded and curled up into a ball. That was her way of sleeping, on her left side in a ball.
"G'night daddy." I pulled the blanket over her, and she snuggled into it. I could almost hear Satine laughing, and I swear I felt her hand on my shoulder. I missed her so much, and there was not even a slight chance of me marrying anyone else.
"Good night, my little Love." I walked over to my desk and sat down. I looked at the butterfly hair piece that I would give to Love later on, along with the story of her mother. But for now she is still so young, and that story is too much for her to understand.
"Come what may, I will love you until my dying day." I sang softly. It was one of the only things I had to remember Satine. "The lovers secret song," I laughed. I heard shuffling coming from the crib as Love's small form rose from the blanket.
"Daddy, don't talk now. Mommy would want us to go to sleep now." I shook my head and did as Satine had told my daughter to tell me. As I lay my head back, I can hear Love's soft breathing from the crib.
"I will always love you." I hear just as I fall asleep. And I know it's Satine.
A/N It's not the best. But, I figured writing a one-shot might help me get over my writers block. Review!