Chapter Twenty-One
About a year later Michelle, Erik, and the children were now fully
moved into the mansion. Fawna was now going to a ballet schoool in
Bordeaux while the twins constantly practiced and refined their
musical skills with their father. Jullien was beginning to show
the skills of a singer while Laurel had already decided that she
wanted to become a female architect.
Michelle was still greiving over the loss of her father but it
constantly got better after they had got settled in and redecorated
the mansion. She was also running the vineyard and keeping track
of her family's fortune. Erik on the other hand was just happy
that she was better and had not gone permanently insane. He
was still as insatiable as ever though had to sacrifice a few
nights a week to the children. He didn't mind though.
Michelle sat on a rocking chair out on the second floor porch.
She looked out to see the vast fields of grapes that her children
constantly played in. "Michelle." Her husband's voice interrupted
her thoughts.
"Yes Erik." She replied then felt him stroke her grey hair. Since
the incident her hair had turned completely grey.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked her as he sat down in the rocking
chair next to her.
"Yes. I'm not completely over it. But I feel much better." She
commented while turning to him.
Erik fingered a silky strand of grey then sighed. "You're too
young to have grey hair."
Michelle laughed softly. Erik brightened from her laugh. "Erik,
I am really not that young. Besides I like my hair. Do
you think me attractive still?"
"Of course. You know we will be intimate till the day I die."
Erik replied then laughed.
"Let us pray that day is not too soon." She said with a sigh.
"You worry too much." He told her.
Michelle raised an eyebrow at her husband. "Yes. I do." She
then kissed Erik softly on the lips.
He kissed back then looked at her mischievously. "Get over here.
I want to hold you a bit since Fawna and the twins are taking
care of their younger siblings."
"Oh and how did you manage that?" She asked him while sitting on
his lap and draping her legs over the chair.
"I told them that Mama and Papa needed some alone time. And that
on New Years I would let them have a little wine." Erik sheepishly
told her.
"Erik. You know better than that! Well I suppose a little wine
won't kill them. But don't do that again." Michelle scolded
lightly.
"Yes Mama." Erik said with a laugh.
For awhile the two sat still. Michelle was happy in his arms.
She laid her against his shoulder. "You know Fawna is becoming
quite the young lady."
"Who knew the day would come. It seems not long ago that she
was still a child." He commented with a happy look.
"Oh. It has been so long. I feel so old." She told him then gave
him a gentle hug.
"You? I should be the one to feel old." Erik laughed then
hugged her back.
"One of these days Erik, Fawna will replace me as the prima
ballerina of Bordeaux. Erik will be a great composer like his
father. Erika a singer and a musician like her father. Jullien
will become a singer and Laurel an architect. I'm afraid it will
not be too far." Michelle said to him then pressed her cheek
against his.
"MAMA! PAPA!" Fawna yelled in an excited tone. "They're here!"
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Michelle and Erik listened to the ballet instructor of the Bordeaux
Ballet Corps. Fawna sat in between the middle and was vastly
excited. Michelle was nervous. It seemed like it wasn't too
long ago when the Ballet Corps came for her.
"Oh Mama, can I go?" Fawna questioned her mother after the
ballet instructor finished speaking.
"It is your decision. Your fifteen. You decide." She told her
daughter.
"Papa?" Fawna questioned her father.
"Whatever you decide." Erik replied though he could tell his wife
was not happy.
"I wish to go." Their daughter decided.
"We will pick you up in a week when the train leaves." The
instructor said then left silently.
Fawna leapt from the sofa and ran to her room to begin to
gather her things. Michelle looked at Erik and sighed then
hugged him. Erik hugged her back knowing that the day had finally
came.
To my reviewers:
Another chapter up. Next chapter will be the end of this story. Then
I can begin on the next. Thanks for the reviewers.
Pyrite