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"Darling?" Christian asked, walking inside the house. He had left work early and wanted to surprise Satine, so he'd bought her some flowers and planned on sweeping her off her feet, skipping dinner, and carry her right back to the bedroom. Weeks had passed since Dr. Orville declared Satine cured of her consumption with no change. Satine was healthier than ever, and Christian intended to keep her that way.
As he walked through the main room, Christian frowned. Usually Satine met him in the main room to give him a kiss. "Satine?" He asked.
Christian walked back into the bedroom and pushed the door open. "Satine!" He shouted, running into the room. Satine was lying on her back in the middle of the bed, her eyes closed. He ran over to the bed and pulled her into a sitting position. "Satine! Satine, wake up!" He shouted, gently shaking her back and forth. No, no, this is not happening now. Not when everything was so perfect.
Eventually, Satine's eyes started to flutter open. "Ch-Christian? Wha-what happened?"
"You fainted," Christian said, releasing her shoulders as she slowly tried to stand.
As Satine tried to stand, her head started aching. "Oh, my head," she complained, immediately sitting back down.
Christian looked at her, his expression filled with worry. "Satine...are you- you fainted, are you all right?"
Satine sucked in deep breaths of air. When she looked at him, she felt guilt for causing him so much pain. "No, Christian, I'm fine."
"Fainting is *not* fine," Christian said. "I'm going to go get the doctor."
"No, Christian, don't!" Satine said, grabbing onto his hands to stop him from walking out the door. Very slowly, she started to stand. "I'm fine, see? Please, no more of this. I feel fine." She took a deep breath of fresh air to show him that she could still breathe.
"Darling, I'd rather be safe than sorry. If...if it is coming back, then we need to start trying to fight it," Christian said, standing up and walking over to her. "I promised that I would take care of you..."
Satine lowered her eyes. She hadn't coughed in months, her fainting spell today had been the first in a year or more. Just when things were going so perfectly, she thought to herself. "Okay, go get Dr. Millard," she said.
Christian kissed her forehead and hugged her waist. "I'll be back," he replied, kissing her once more, this time on the lips. Christian turned on his heels and headed out the door.
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When Christian arrived with Dr. Millard, he had already explained what had happened to Satine. Christian wasn't sure if the consumption had returned, but he had to know for certain. Dr. Millard agreed- it was better to be overly worried instead of not doing anything at all.
As Dr. Millard took more tests of Satine, Christian waited outside. He paced back and forth anxiously, running his hands through his hair, stuffing his hands in his pockets before taking them out again, or sighing aloud as he stared at the door impatiently.
What's taking so long? He asked himself. He's taken the exact same tests for months, and it has *never* taken this long.
However, he was pulled out of his worrisome thoughts when the door swung open. Dr. Millard motioned him that he could come into the bedroom. Christian stopped pacing and walked over to the doorway. "What's wrong?" Christian asked, looking inside. He saw that Satine was sitting up and smiling; everything looked normal. "Has it...has her consumption come back?"
Dr. Millard stood and started walking up to Christian. "No sir, she'll be fine. Mrs. Satine wants to explain it to you herself." He turned around and looked at Satine. "I'll see you again in three months, right?"
Satine nodded. "Right. Thank you, again."
Dr. Millard nodded and walked out the bedroom. Christian watched as he walked through the main room and then out the front door. It may have been more polite to see the doctor to the door, but Christian had more important things to worry about.
The second after the doctor closed the front door behind him, Christian turned back around to face Satine. "What's wrong? What did he say?" He asked, walking up to her.
Satine turned around and showed her back to him. "Can you loosen then, darling?" she asked, motioning towards her corset.
"Uh..." Christian stuttered before doing as she asked. He loosened several strings in the back before repeating his question. "Is the consumption back?"
Satine turned around and looked at him. Tears welling in her eyes as she smiled at him. "I love you," she said.
Christian gasped, "Oh my God, you're dying again, aren't you?" He asked.
Satine smiled and shook her head. "No silly...The doctor said that I'm...I'm pregnant."
Immediately, Christian stopped breathing. What did she say? Did she say-? "What?"
Satine laughed, saying, "Pregnant? You know...when two people, who really love each other, lie about their being married, they decide that they want to start a family." She smiled at his stunned expression.
"Wha...huh?" Christian asked, his mouth dropping open.
"I thought we talked about this...you *do* want a family, right?" Satine asked.
"What? Of- Of course!" Christian said excitedly. "We're...we're having a..."
"Ba-by," Satine said, emphasizing each syllable.
"Oh God," Christian muttered under his breath. I'm going to be a father...Satine, my dear Satine, and I are having a child... Suddenly, the thought of being a father was too much for him.
"Maybe you should sit down," Satine suggested.
"What?" Christian asked, looking at her. "What- no!" With that, Christian took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on the lips. His hands traveled down the side of her body and rested on her hips. "I love you," he whispered, smiling.
"I love you...till the end of time," Satine whispered back, smiling and kissing him.
Christian ran his hands through her hair. He kissed her cheeks and then kissed her lips, grabbing onto her waist and pulling her closer. Satine relaxed, her only movement being the response to his kiss.
He pulled back from her and swung his arms out. "I want to sing! I want to sing out my love for you to the world!" Satine laughed when he ran over towards the window and started singing a line from the meeting where they had first kissed. "In the name of love!" He jumped out and leaned against the railing.
"Come here, you!" Satine cried out, starting to walk over to him.
Christian jumped back down out of the windowsill and ran back over to Satine. He kissed her on the lips, this time long and hard, letting her know how much that he loved her. When he pulled back, Christian started singing, only words of song able to fully express what he was feeling.
You're heard this a thousand times before
I'm in love with you
You'll hear it at least a million more
Baby that's the truth
It's the small things that endear me
Every time that you are near me
The way you laugh at what I say
The way you look at each new day
The way your years fall right on cue
That's what I love about you…
He looked at Satine, as if to tell her to sing...to talk to him through song. She nodded, completely understanding how he was feeling. And, just as easy as it was for Christian, the words simply started flowing from Satine's thoughts.
Nobody else knows me by heart
Takes me where I can reach the stars
Makes be believe in love
The way you do.
Christian started singing once again, wrapping his arms around her loosely...wanting to hold onto her forever. She was his fiancée, she was pregnant with their child, and life was perfect.
You see in me the man that I can be
And I'm thanking you
You've given me all I ever need
All I wanted, too…
I know how blessed I am
Girl, you are my best friend…
The way you laugh at what I say
The way you look at each new day
The way your years fall right on cue
That's what I love about you…
Nobody else knows me by heart
Takes me where I can reach the stars
Makes be believe in love
The way you do.
And finally, the two sang together, their harmonies matching perfectly. Satine ran her hands down Christian's arms, meeting his hands and clasping them within hers tightly. Christian then drew her closer to him, smiling at her.
The way you do…
You gotta listen baby…
The way you laugh at what I say
The way you look at each new day
The way your years fall right on cue
That's what I love about you…
Nobody else knows me by heart
Takes me where I can reach the stars
Makes be believe in love
The way you do.
It was hard to believe that not even two years had passed since the night that Christian and Satine met at the Moulin Rouge. It was less than a year since they had run away together, since the only thing they were worried about was whether or not the Duke would find out about them, and since their love was secret.
Satine and Christian laughed, wrapping their arms around each other as their kisses continued.
Life was perfect.
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("The Way You Do" is by 98 Degrees- not me.)
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I really hope that you enjoyed this. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this Moulin Rouge fic, and maybe I'll write another one...once I get the inspiration. I need a muse...hmm....maybe *I* need a Christian.
"Darling?" Christian asked, walking inside the house. He had left work early and wanted to surprise Satine, so he'd bought her some flowers and planned on sweeping her off her feet, skipping dinner, and carry her right back to the bedroom. Weeks had passed since Dr. Orville declared Satine cured of her consumption with no change. Satine was healthier than ever, and Christian intended to keep her that way.
As he walked through the main room, Christian frowned. Usually Satine met him in the main room to give him a kiss. "Satine?" He asked.
Christian walked back into the bedroom and pushed the door open. "Satine!" He shouted, running into the room. Satine was lying on her back in the middle of the bed, her eyes closed. He ran over to the bed and pulled her into a sitting position. "Satine! Satine, wake up!" He shouted, gently shaking her back and forth. No, no, this is not happening now. Not when everything was so perfect.
Eventually, Satine's eyes started to flutter open. "Ch-Christian? Wha-what happened?"
"You fainted," Christian said, releasing her shoulders as she slowly tried to stand.
As Satine tried to stand, her head started aching. "Oh, my head," she complained, immediately sitting back down.
Christian looked at her, his expression filled with worry. "Satine...are you- you fainted, are you all right?"
Satine sucked in deep breaths of air. When she looked at him, she felt guilt for causing him so much pain. "No, Christian, I'm fine."
"Fainting is *not* fine," Christian said. "I'm going to go get the doctor."
"No, Christian, don't!" Satine said, grabbing onto his hands to stop him from walking out the door. Very slowly, she started to stand. "I'm fine, see? Please, no more of this. I feel fine." She took a deep breath of fresh air to show him that she could still breathe.
"Darling, I'd rather be safe than sorry. If...if it is coming back, then we need to start trying to fight it," Christian said, standing up and walking over to her. "I promised that I would take care of you..."
Satine lowered her eyes. She hadn't coughed in months, her fainting spell today had been the first in a year or more. Just when things were going so perfectly, she thought to herself. "Okay, go get Dr. Millard," she said.
Christian kissed her forehead and hugged her waist. "I'll be back," he replied, kissing her once more, this time on the lips. Christian turned on his heels and headed out the door.
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When Christian arrived with Dr. Millard, he had already explained what had happened to Satine. Christian wasn't sure if the consumption had returned, but he had to know for certain. Dr. Millard agreed- it was better to be overly worried instead of not doing anything at all.
As Dr. Millard took more tests of Satine, Christian waited outside. He paced back and forth anxiously, running his hands through his hair, stuffing his hands in his pockets before taking them out again, or sighing aloud as he stared at the door impatiently.
What's taking so long? He asked himself. He's taken the exact same tests for months, and it has *never* taken this long.
However, he was pulled out of his worrisome thoughts when the door swung open. Dr. Millard motioned him that he could come into the bedroom. Christian stopped pacing and walked over to the doorway. "What's wrong?" Christian asked, looking inside. He saw that Satine was sitting up and smiling; everything looked normal. "Has it...has her consumption come back?"
Dr. Millard stood and started walking up to Christian. "No sir, she'll be fine. Mrs. Satine wants to explain it to you herself." He turned around and looked at Satine. "I'll see you again in three months, right?"
Satine nodded. "Right. Thank you, again."
Dr. Millard nodded and walked out the bedroom. Christian watched as he walked through the main room and then out the front door. It may have been more polite to see the doctor to the door, but Christian had more important things to worry about.
The second after the doctor closed the front door behind him, Christian turned back around to face Satine. "What's wrong? What did he say?" He asked, walking up to her.
Satine turned around and showed her back to him. "Can you loosen then, darling?" she asked, motioning towards her corset.
"Uh..." Christian stuttered before doing as she asked. He loosened several strings in the back before repeating his question. "Is the consumption back?"
Satine turned around and looked at him. Tears welling in her eyes as she smiled at him. "I love you," she said.
Christian gasped, "Oh my God, you're dying again, aren't you?" He asked.
Satine smiled and shook her head. "No silly...The doctor said that I'm...I'm pregnant."
Immediately, Christian stopped breathing. What did she say? Did she say-? "What?"
Satine laughed, saying, "Pregnant? You know...when two people, who really love each other, lie about their being married, they decide that they want to start a family." She smiled at his stunned expression.
"Wha...huh?" Christian asked, his mouth dropping open.
"I thought we talked about this...you *do* want a family, right?" Satine asked.
"What? Of- Of course!" Christian said excitedly. "We're...we're having a..."
"Ba-by," Satine said, emphasizing each syllable.
"Oh God," Christian muttered under his breath. I'm going to be a father...Satine, my dear Satine, and I are having a child... Suddenly, the thought of being a father was too much for him.
"Maybe you should sit down," Satine suggested.
"What?" Christian asked, looking at her. "What- no!" With that, Christian took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on the lips. His hands traveled down the side of her body and rested on her hips. "I love you," he whispered, smiling.
"I love you...till the end of time," Satine whispered back, smiling and kissing him.
Christian ran his hands through her hair. He kissed her cheeks and then kissed her lips, grabbing onto her waist and pulling her closer. Satine relaxed, her only movement being the response to his kiss.
He pulled back from her and swung his arms out. "I want to sing! I want to sing out my love for you to the world!" Satine laughed when he ran over towards the window and started singing a line from the meeting where they had first kissed. "In the name of love!" He jumped out and leaned against the railing.
"Come here, you!" Satine cried out, starting to walk over to him.
Christian jumped back down out of the windowsill and ran back over to Satine. He kissed her on the lips, this time long and hard, letting her know how much that he loved her. When he pulled back, Christian started singing, only words of song able to fully express what he was feeling.
You're heard this a thousand times before
I'm in love with you
You'll hear it at least a million more
Baby that's the truth
It's the small things that endear me
Every time that you are near me
The way you laugh at what I say
The way you look at each new day
The way your years fall right on cue
That's what I love about you…
He looked at Satine, as if to tell her to sing...to talk to him through song. She nodded, completely understanding how he was feeling. And, just as easy as it was for Christian, the words simply started flowing from Satine's thoughts.
Nobody else knows me by heart
Takes me where I can reach the stars
Makes be believe in love
The way you do.
Christian started singing once again, wrapping his arms around her loosely...wanting to hold onto her forever. She was his fiancée, she was pregnant with their child, and life was perfect.
You see in me the man that I can be
And I'm thanking you
You've given me all I ever need
All I wanted, too…
I know how blessed I am
Girl, you are my best friend…
The way you laugh at what I say
The way you look at each new day
The way your years fall right on cue
That's what I love about you…
Nobody else knows me by heart
Takes me where I can reach the stars
Makes be believe in love
The way you do.
And finally, the two sang together, their harmonies matching perfectly. Satine ran her hands down Christian's arms, meeting his hands and clasping them within hers tightly. Christian then drew her closer to him, smiling at her.
The way you do…
You gotta listen baby…
The way you laugh at what I say
The way you look at each new day
The way your years fall right on cue
That's what I love about you…
Nobody else knows me by heart
Takes me where I can reach the stars
Makes be believe in love
The way you do.
It was hard to believe that not even two years had passed since the night that Christian and Satine met at the Moulin Rouge. It was less than a year since they had run away together, since the only thing they were worried about was whether or not the Duke would find out about them, and since their love was secret.
Satine and Christian laughed, wrapping their arms around each other as their kisses continued.
Life was perfect.
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("The Way You Do" is by 98 Degrees- not me.)
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I really hope that you enjoyed this. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this Moulin Rouge fic, and maybe I'll write another one...once I get the inspiration. I need a muse...hmm....maybe *I* need a Christian.
