**Disclaimer**: I have Christian chained to my bed, Satine's in the closet,
Harold, Marie, the Bohos, and Christian's father are stuck on the roof. I
also produced the Moulin Rouge from my back pocket. (Please note the
sarcasm in my voice.) All I own are a band of dust bunnies and the twins.
(yay for me)
Just a reminder for those who haven't read the epilogue of Out of the Darkness, ** ** are for telepathic talking.
Twin Lights... News from the Past
Night was falling quickly, but Satine made no notice of it. She felt more energized than ever. She bustled around the modest garret, cleaning and preparing for Christian's arrival. She wanted tonight to be special; only the two of them. It had been a while since they'd had a night to themselves.
The smell roast emitted from the kitchen as she set the table. Straightening herself, she carefully surveyed her work. Candles were lit around the room, and everything was in place. Or, almost everything. Her eyes fell on a fallen pillow and narrowed.
"We'll see about that," she mumbled as she marched to it and threw it back where it belonged.
The bed was perfectly made and the pillows placed elaborately on the headrest. It's perfectness only served as an invitation to mess it up, much to Satine's hope, although her pregnancy suggested against it.
In response to the thought, a tiny foot kicked the inside of her stomach. She winced, although it hadn't hurt much, and rubbed the afflicted region.
"Now now. Papa will be home soon. Supper's not too far away."
Her stomach gurgled in anticipation.
**You should be resting, not cleaning,** Christian's lovingly scolding voice sounded in her mind. Satine jumped slightly and turned in the front door's direction.
"I got bored. What did you expect me to do?" Satine replied, innocence creeping into her voice. Christian casted a knowing glance.
"How about a nap?" he answered, hanging is hat and coat on the hanger near the door.
** Maybe later,** she purred, her eyebrow rising suggestively. "And I love you too."
Grinning happily, Christian wrapped his arms around her enlarged waist as her arms found their way around his neck. They kissed slowly, enjoying the moment for as long as possible before stopping for air.
** You know we can't, love,** Christian cast, too out of breath to voice anything.
**Says who?**
**The doctor, Satine. For the sake of the twins, we're going to have to control ourselves.**
Satine sighed and nodded, disheartened. After a quick kiss, Christian bent down on one knee and caressed her very pregnant stomach.
"Hello boys! Have you been good to maman today?"
"Sure, if that includes knocking maman black and blue," she replied for them.
Christian smirked from his position on the floor, "Can't be that bad."
Satine swatted the top of his head, feigning injury. "Well, lets see you do it!" With that said, she walked towards the kitchen.
**No thank you, I'll pass,** he thought to her. **Just where do you think you're going?**
"Getting your supper, monsieur," she called, mocking him.
**I'll do it. You relax.**
Her head appeared from the entryway, "It's not a problem. I'm already up."
"You've done enough today." Christian grabbed her arm gently and guided her to the sofa despite her protestations. "Sit, relax," he ordered, and she rolled her eyes at him.
Satisfied, he disappeared into the kitchen. Satine shook her head and smiled at his over protectiveness. She was grateful for it, of course, but sometimes he acted as though she was made of glass. She wouldn't break; her life's story proved that. She was strong and resistant, despite her sometimes fragile appearance.
Slowly, she felt herself doze off to sleep. she hadn't realized how tired she really was! Just as she felt herself slip out of consciousness, her barely perceivable sound emitted from the doorway. Satine awoke with a start and looked in the direction of the sound.
There was a yellow envelope, slipped under the door. It was crumpled and dirty, like it had come a long way. Curious, she got up (with much effort) and inspected it more closely. They'd never received mail before this!
On the front, Christian's name was neatly inscribed. A small foot kicked her stomach (for the millionth time that day, she was sure) and she rubbed it absently.
**Chris!** Satine called, too distracted to voice it out loud.
A crash emitted from the kitchen, and Christian came rushing out. "What is it? Is it the babies?" His skin became a few shades lighter.
"You got a letter..." she replied, holding up the yellow envelope. The prospect of fatherhood was making him a nervous wreck. She laughed inwardly at the thought of the time of delivery, wondering if he'd make it through alive.
Christian took in a few deep breaths. "I heard that. And I'm not a nervous wreck! I'm just..."
"Nervous. I am too, but we'll be fine," Satine reassured him, feeling like she's said it hundreds of times.
Handing him the letter, she attempted to change the subject. "Who is it from?"
Upon seeing the script at the front of the envelope, Christian paled, even lighter than before.
**Chris?** Satine question, worry gnawing at her. **Who is it from?**
"My father..." he mumbled, not believing his own eyes.
*A/N* Don't worry all, this won't be a typical Chris' father meets Satine and doesn't like her and bla bla bla (no offense to those you wrote some, they were good, just... typical). So just give this story a chance! R&R!
Just a reminder for those who haven't read the epilogue of Out of the Darkness, ** ** are for telepathic talking.
Twin Lights... News from the Past
Night was falling quickly, but Satine made no notice of it. She felt more energized than ever. She bustled around the modest garret, cleaning and preparing for Christian's arrival. She wanted tonight to be special; only the two of them. It had been a while since they'd had a night to themselves.
The smell roast emitted from the kitchen as she set the table. Straightening herself, she carefully surveyed her work. Candles were lit around the room, and everything was in place. Or, almost everything. Her eyes fell on a fallen pillow and narrowed.
"We'll see about that," she mumbled as she marched to it and threw it back where it belonged.
The bed was perfectly made and the pillows placed elaborately on the headrest. It's perfectness only served as an invitation to mess it up, much to Satine's hope, although her pregnancy suggested against it.
In response to the thought, a tiny foot kicked the inside of her stomach. She winced, although it hadn't hurt much, and rubbed the afflicted region.
"Now now. Papa will be home soon. Supper's not too far away."
Her stomach gurgled in anticipation.
**You should be resting, not cleaning,** Christian's lovingly scolding voice sounded in her mind. Satine jumped slightly and turned in the front door's direction.
"I got bored. What did you expect me to do?" Satine replied, innocence creeping into her voice. Christian casted a knowing glance.
"How about a nap?" he answered, hanging is hat and coat on the hanger near the door.
** Maybe later,** she purred, her eyebrow rising suggestively. "And I love you too."
Grinning happily, Christian wrapped his arms around her enlarged waist as her arms found their way around his neck. They kissed slowly, enjoying the moment for as long as possible before stopping for air.
** You know we can't, love,** Christian cast, too out of breath to voice anything.
**Says who?**
**The doctor, Satine. For the sake of the twins, we're going to have to control ourselves.**
Satine sighed and nodded, disheartened. After a quick kiss, Christian bent down on one knee and caressed her very pregnant stomach.
"Hello boys! Have you been good to maman today?"
"Sure, if that includes knocking maman black and blue," she replied for them.
Christian smirked from his position on the floor, "Can't be that bad."
Satine swatted the top of his head, feigning injury. "Well, lets see you do it!" With that said, she walked towards the kitchen.
**No thank you, I'll pass,** he thought to her. **Just where do you think you're going?**
"Getting your supper, monsieur," she called, mocking him.
**I'll do it. You relax.**
Her head appeared from the entryway, "It's not a problem. I'm already up."
"You've done enough today." Christian grabbed her arm gently and guided her to the sofa despite her protestations. "Sit, relax," he ordered, and she rolled her eyes at him.
Satisfied, he disappeared into the kitchen. Satine shook her head and smiled at his over protectiveness. She was grateful for it, of course, but sometimes he acted as though she was made of glass. She wouldn't break; her life's story proved that. She was strong and resistant, despite her sometimes fragile appearance.
Slowly, she felt herself doze off to sleep. she hadn't realized how tired she really was! Just as she felt herself slip out of consciousness, her barely perceivable sound emitted from the doorway. Satine awoke with a start and looked in the direction of the sound.
There was a yellow envelope, slipped under the door. It was crumpled and dirty, like it had come a long way. Curious, she got up (with much effort) and inspected it more closely. They'd never received mail before this!
On the front, Christian's name was neatly inscribed. A small foot kicked her stomach (for the millionth time that day, she was sure) and she rubbed it absently.
**Chris!** Satine called, too distracted to voice it out loud.
A crash emitted from the kitchen, and Christian came rushing out. "What is it? Is it the babies?" His skin became a few shades lighter.
"You got a letter..." she replied, holding up the yellow envelope. The prospect of fatherhood was making him a nervous wreck. She laughed inwardly at the thought of the time of delivery, wondering if he'd make it through alive.
Christian took in a few deep breaths. "I heard that. And I'm not a nervous wreck! I'm just..."
"Nervous. I am too, but we'll be fine," Satine reassured him, feeling like she's said it hundreds of times.
Handing him the letter, she attempted to change the subject. "Who is it from?"
Upon seeing the script at the front of the envelope, Christian paled, even lighter than before.
**Chris?** Satine question, worry gnawing at her. **Who is it from?**
"My father..." he mumbled, not believing his own eyes.
*A/N* Don't worry all, this won't be a typical Chris' father meets Satine and doesn't like her and bla bla bla (no offense to those you wrote some, they were good, just... typical). So just give this story a chance! R&R!