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Chapter 21: Parenthood
One week went by and they haven't left Kilchurn. All the warriors agreed to stay longer at the empty castle, waiting until Christine felt ready to travel again after having their daughter. Erik and Christine moved up to the master chambers of the castle while the warriors took the other bedchambers. It was the first time Erik got to see these parts of the castle, mainly have seen only the prison cells. He was enjoying the master's chambers than the prison cells.
"How is little Isla?" Saint asked during a meal. Hunter and Ranger had gone hunting earlier to get food for evening meal. Erik was in the bedchamber with Isla, giving Christine a small break.
"She doesn't like to sleep."
"Newborns usually don't." Tor commented. "It will get better as she gets older."
"She loves being sung to though." Christine said, taking a sip of her drink. "If she's crying, Erik will take her in his arms and sing to her some lullaby in Gaelic." She recalled the morning she woke up to his voice, Isla in his arms sleeping. "Speaking of the father, I should go check up on him." Standing up, she left the room to head up to the bedchamber. Reaching the chamber, she could someone humming. Opening the door, her eyes spotted Erik sitting in a chair, Isla in his arms.
"Oidhche àm geurachadh, measg gach sar,
Dorchadas dùsgadh, agus a dhùisgeas mac-meanmna,
Gu tosdach na ciad-fàthan, cùl an dìon..."
She listened to him sing softly, leaning against the door. She loved hearing him sing, loving the sound of his voice. Isla was fast asleep in his arms, wrapped in a plaid.
"Slaodach, gu socair oidhche unfurls a bòidhchead
Greim e, seadh e, tremulous agus maoth
Tionndaidh thu aghaidh air falbh bhon garish solas an latha
Cuir do smuaintean air falbh bho fuar unfeeling solas
Agus ag èisteachd ri ceòl na h-oidhche ..."
Smiling softly, she quietly walked towards them. His head looked up to see her approaching them. Her finger came to her lips, telling him to continue.
"Dùin do shùilean '
Agus gèilleadh ri ur Chì Mi'n aislingean.
Dubhadh do smuaintean air a 'bheatha a tha thu eòlach roimhe.
Dùin do shùilean,
Leig agad do spiorad 'tòiseachadh a' èirich.
Agus tu a 'fuireach mar thu riamh a' fuireach mus..."
Reaching a free hand up, she took his hand as she sat down on his lap. Looking down at her sleeping daughter, she couldn't help but smile.
"Ciùin, socair
Ceòl bithidh bheantainn a tha thu
Cluinn e, 'faireachdainn gu bheil e
Gu h-uaigneach sealbhaich thu
Fosgail suas ur n'inntinn
A leigeil do ur-sgeoil unwind
Anns an dorchadas, tha fios agad nach urrainn dhut a dhol a shabaid
Dorchadas na ceòl na h-oidhche..."
His voice rose slightly, but not too loud to wake their sleeping girl.
"Leig ur n-inntinn a 'tòiseachadh air turas tro neònach saoghal ùr
A 'fàgail a h-uile smuaintean air a' bheatha a tha thu eòlach mus
Leig do d 'anam a ghabhail thu far a bheil thu fada a bhith ..."
Turning her head, her eyes locked with his.
"Chan eil ach an uair sin urrainn dham buin thu mi ..."
His voice was softer now as his hand reached up to caress her cheek. He leaned in closer until their foreheads touched. Closing her eyes, she let his voice take her.
"Bhog, a 'tuiteam
Bhlasta chòmhlain aighearaich
Beantuinn rium, earbsadh rium
Meal gach sar..."
Her hand reached up to remove his mask, feeling his scarred cheek under her fingers. Pulling his face away, his eyes looked back down at their sleeping baby.
"Leig an aisling 'tòiseachadh
A leigeil do ur taobh dorcha a thoirt seachad ann an
Gus cumhachd an ceòl gu bheil mi a 'sgrìobhadh
Cumhachd an ceòl na h-oidhche..."
Getting off of his lap, Christine watched as Erik rose from the chair and carefully carrying Isla towards the small bed that they made for her during their stay here. Carefully setting her on the pillows and plaids, she watched how gently he was.
"Bha thu a 'aonar urrainn mo òran a' gabhail turas-adhair
Cuidich mi an ceòl a dhèanamh de na h-oidhche ..."
His voice softly trailed off as he finished his song. Straightening up, he quietly walked over to the woman holding his mask. Smiling, she leaned up to place a soft kiss on his lips as her arms wrapped around his neck. Returning her kiss, his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her against him.
Breaking the kiss, his eyes locked with hers. The moonlight was shining inside the room, brightening her eyes. They shined back up at him as her lips parted. He had noticed they gotten fuller during her pregnancy, but they suited her. Reaching his hand up, he brushed back a strand that had gotten loose. His fingers traced along her chin, down her neck. Her eyes closed as her neck tilted slightly. His touch was always intoxication to her, sending a fire through her.
"Erik..." Her voice whispered to him.
"Not tonight." He whispered back, making her open her eyes. "You are not ready, Christine. Your body is still recovering from delivering and I do not want to hurt you." Sighing, she knew he was right. Her body was still sore.
"Lay with me then...please." The last few days, Erik slept on the floor while Christine and Isla slept on the bed. He had his reasons for not laying with her at night, but Christine hated it. She had grown used to his body next to hers and always hated sleeping a night without him next to her.
"Yes..." Smiling, her hands took his as she led him to the bed. Isla was still asleep as her parents climbed into the bed. Curling up beside him, her head rested on his heart, feeling each beat.
"I love you, Erik Boyd." She whispered as she closed her eyes.
"I love you, Christine Daae." He whispered back. Soon to be Christine Boyd...
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