Disclaimer: I can't claim ownership of the MR characters. I wish I could.
*sigh*
Chapter 3: Come What May: A Story About Love
The bell announced their entrance to the small London bookstore. Nicole ran towards Satine and Jonathan. She held a book to her chest as if it was all that kept her breathing. She barely stopped in time to keep from running into her brother. She held the book up to her mother and with an imploring look on her face asked, "Can we buy it, please?"
Satine smiled indulgingly at her and said, " Why don't you ask Mr. Johansen if you can buy it? He might want to keep it."
Nicole turned towards Mr. Johansen, who had been watching them from behind the counter. The family had been familiar customers for years now. He looked over the counter at her as she asked, "Do you want to keep it? Because if you do you can, but if you don't do you think I could buy it? Please, sir?"
He could not resist smiling at her earnest. He said, "I have many more copies in the back. So, if you would like to buy it, you can have it."
Her face lit up with joy. Satine approached the counter and paid Mr. Johansen for the little blue book with gold letters. The book which would bring so much joy and so much heartache.
As Satine tucked her children into bed. She thought about the book she had bought today. The children had wanted for her to read it to them, but she said she had to make sure it was okay for children first. At least that was one of her excuses. The truth was she wanted to make sure it was not the story she feared it was. Meaning the story of her life before and her lost love.
She was not ready to bring back those memories in detail. Although, she could not help but remember every time she looked at her children. The two of them looked like miniature versions of their parents.
She could not refuse John anything. He looked so much like Christian. He also had much of the same personality traits that she loved. He was going to be a heartbreaker some day.
Satine only hoped that Nikki wouldn't turn out to have the same history as her. Satine wanted so much more for Nikki and John. She would do anything for them except reveal her sordid past. That was something they didn't need to know. At least not right now. She promised herself she would tell them when they were older; old enough to understand and not hate her for it.
Satine walked through the market streets doing her weekly shopping. Her mind wander as she looked into a boutique shop with the latest fashions from Paris in the window. She heard her name being called and turned to see who it was.
It was Mr. Johansen, puffing a bit as he struggled through the crowd to reach her. "Hello, Satine. Care to sit with me while I catch my breath?" he said breathlessly as he reached her.
"Hello, Ethan. How are you today?" she said once they had sat on the bench. "So, what brings you over hear? Usually your wife does the shopping."
"Actually, I planning a surprise dinner for her and was doing some shopping of my own," he said with a smile. "But I'm glad I ran into you. I was wondering if you had read that new book yet. I would like some reviews on it."
Her smile fell as she was reminded of the book of her life. "I have read it. Actually I finished in two days. I couldn't put it down," she said. Her thoughts must have shown on her face because Ethan asked, "Didn't you like it?"
She tried to smile as she replied, "Yes, I did. It's just that I provokes a lot of tears and memories." Yes, she thought, tearful memories.
Ethan smiled at her and said, "In that case I can tell the author that he got good reviews."
She asked in a trembling voice, "You know the author personally?"
"Yes, I knew him as a boy. He used to live around the corner from my shop. He's been living in Paris for a few years, but he recently decided to come home," he replied. "If you would like to meet him, I could introduce you. He comes home in two weeks."
She tremblingly said, " I would love to meet him." She dredged up the courage to ask, "What was his name again?"
"Christian. Christian James."
Author's note: Okay, enough with the typical MR fanfic stuff. I'm moving on. Sort of. It might be a bit familiar in parts but please bear with me. It's my first major continuing fanfic.
Chapter 3: Come What May: A Story About Love
The bell announced their entrance to the small London bookstore. Nicole ran towards Satine and Jonathan. She held a book to her chest as if it was all that kept her breathing. She barely stopped in time to keep from running into her brother. She held the book up to her mother and with an imploring look on her face asked, "Can we buy it, please?"
Satine smiled indulgingly at her and said, " Why don't you ask Mr. Johansen if you can buy it? He might want to keep it."
Nicole turned towards Mr. Johansen, who had been watching them from behind the counter. The family had been familiar customers for years now. He looked over the counter at her as she asked, "Do you want to keep it? Because if you do you can, but if you don't do you think I could buy it? Please, sir?"
He could not resist smiling at her earnest. He said, "I have many more copies in the back. So, if you would like to buy it, you can have it."
Her face lit up with joy. Satine approached the counter and paid Mr. Johansen for the little blue book with gold letters. The book which would bring so much joy and so much heartache.
As Satine tucked her children into bed. She thought about the book she had bought today. The children had wanted for her to read it to them, but she said she had to make sure it was okay for children first. At least that was one of her excuses. The truth was she wanted to make sure it was not the story she feared it was. Meaning the story of her life before and her lost love.
She was not ready to bring back those memories in detail. Although, she could not help but remember every time she looked at her children. The two of them looked like miniature versions of their parents.
She could not refuse John anything. He looked so much like Christian. He also had much of the same personality traits that she loved. He was going to be a heartbreaker some day.
Satine only hoped that Nikki wouldn't turn out to have the same history as her. Satine wanted so much more for Nikki and John. She would do anything for them except reveal her sordid past. That was something they didn't need to know. At least not right now. She promised herself she would tell them when they were older; old enough to understand and not hate her for it.
Satine walked through the market streets doing her weekly shopping. Her mind wander as she looked into a boutique shop with the latest fashions from Paris in the window. She heard her name being called and turned to see who it was.
It was Mr. Johansen, puffing a bit as he struggled through the crowd to reach her. "Hello, Satine. Care to sit with me while I catch my breath?" he said breathlessly as he reached her.
"Hello, Ethan. How are you today?" she said once they had sat on the bench. "So, what brings you over hear? Usually your wife does the shopping."
"Actually, I planning a surprise dinner for her and was doing some shopping of my own," he said with a smile. "But I'm glad I ran into you. I was wondering if you had read that new book yet. I would like some reviews on it."
Her smile fell as she was reminded of the book of her life. "I have read it. Actually I finished in two days. I couldn't put it down," she said. Her thoughts must have shown on her face because Ethan asked, "Didn't you like it?"
She tried to smile as she replied, "Yes, I did. It's just that I provokes a lot of tears and memories." Yes, she thought, tearful memories.
Ethan smiled at her and said, "In that case I can tell the author that he got good reviews."
She asked in a trembling voice, "You know the author personally?"
"Yes, I knew him as a boy. He used to live around the corner from my shop. He's been living in Paris for a few years, but he recently decided to come home," he replied. "If you would like to meet him, I could introduce you. He comes home in two weeks."
She tremblingly said, " I would love to meet him." She dredged up the courage to ask, "What was his name again?"
"Christian. Christian James."
Author's note: Okay, enough with the typical MR fanfic stuff. I'm moving on. Sort of. It might be a bit familiar in parts but please bear with me. It's my first major continuing fanfic.
