A/N: Hello everyone, I hope you enjoyed your weekend. I have a chapter for you guys and you all may hate me this chapter or possibly next chapter.

IMPORTANT MESSAGE: Okay so I have an announcement or update on stories. I don't know if you have noticed, but I had deleted A Poison Affair and Wildest Dreams. I had lost interest on both of them and didn't really update them much. Now White Mask is being put on hold, I am not deleting it so there's still a chance to be complete. So that being said, (don't know if you have seen it) there are 4 chairs that are currently in work to be published, one will be part of a series. You all know about the one about Phantom meets GoT, still not sure when that will be upload but soon. (Sorry, I suck at explain announcement stuff)

Okay, that's the announcement so now enjoy the chapter and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 26: Trust?

"Westering home with a song in the air

Light in the eye and its good by to care

Laughter o' love and a welcoming there

Isle of my heart, my own land..."

Her voice filled the tent, calming the crying baby. Music was the one thing that seemed to settle Isla down. Luckily for her, both her parents had beautifully gifted voices. Once settled, Christine laid her on the small bed that they had for her so she could take her nap. Standing up, she heard the flaps open to see Erik walk inside.

"Shh...she just fell asleep." She whispered, not wanting to wake her. Nodding, he quietly walked over to look down at his sleeping daughter. Gently pushing him out of the tent, she kept one flap open to keep an eye on Isla as she slept. "Any news?" Christine asked.

"No news." Which meant no attacks.

"Do you think they will still attack?" She asked. "It's been weeks."

"They'll attack, Christine. If Bruce's son was killed, he would send us to kill whoever." That didn't ease Christine's fear and Erik could see it. "Do not worry, no one is killing me."

"I know, but I still fear for it." She sighed. "Why couldn't you have been a farmer or...something like that?" He chuckled, cupping her cheek gently.

"Because then I wouldn't have met you." He answered, making her smile slightly. Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Her eyes watched as he walked away, heading towards the training fields. Sighing, she walked back inside the tent.

Later that day, Christine was still in the tent. Isla was sleeping again. Needing another plaid since Isla drooled all over one, she wanted another one while she had the soiled one washed. Walking over to the trunk, she opened it to grab a plaid. Picking up the plaid, her eyes noticed something in the trunk. Setting the plaid on the ground, she took out a letter that she noticed was from her father. Opening it, she read it. It was addressed to Erik, but that didn't stop her from reading it. Anger filled her as she read it. Unable to read further, she crumbled it and threw it back into the trunk.

"How dare he?" She was furious now with Erik. She had been asking him about any news of the war and he lied about not knowing anything.

"Christine?" Hearing his voice, she looked up to see him entering the tent. "Is everything okay?" He asked. Standing up, she quickly grabbed closest thing and threw it towards it. He quickly ducked so not to get hit with his helmet. "What was that about?" He asked, confused on why she just threw that at him. The loud crash from the helmet hitting the floor caused Isla to wake, crying now from being awaken. He moved to walk towards the crying baby, but Christine held up her hand to stop him. "Stay right where you are!" She ordered, furious with him. He stood in place, not wanting to piss her off even more.

"You lied to me!" She shouted at him.

"What are you talking about?" He asked her.

"Don't lie to me again! Explain that letter from my father." She crossed her arms in front of her, waiting. Sighing, he had hoped she wouldn't had seen that message. He sucked at hiding things from her, espeically now since his tent became hers now too. "Is it true though?" She asked him, seeming to have calmed slightly.

"How much of it have you read?" He asked her, stepped forward.

"Enough to know that you might be leaving for France." She answered. "Why didn't you tell me that you may be leaving?" She asked, now tears in her eyes. The fear of him travelling across the waters to a foreign country that every man wants him dead.

"Yes, there's a possibility." He started. "I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to worry."

"Didn't want me to worry?" She repeated. "Erik, I will worry about you until the day you die. Why do you always feel like you have to hide things from me?" She asked him. "Do you feel like you can't trust me?" She kept asking him questions.

"I trust you, Christine. Believe me, I trust you." He took another step closer to her. "I just...not used to this, sharing things like this with someone. I never shared information about the war with any of the women I was with."

"And how many was that?" She asked. This was a conversation that he didn't want to have.

"Do you really want to know?" He asked her. "Forget about how many women I have been with, that is not important. You are the only woman I want, the only one I love."

"And yet you can't trust me enough to tell me." She sighed. "Will you ever trust me enough?" She asked him, needing the truth. He looked at her, thinking. Could he ever learn to trust her to tell her things like this? He trusted her with his life, but still couldn't tell her certain things.

"I...I don't know." He answered truthfully. Looking away, she tried not to show the hurt in her eyes. Though it wasn't a no, it wasn't a yes. "Christine..." He reached out, but she stepped back.

"Just...go." Her voice choked, but she kept her eyes away from him, unable to look at him. Hearing him sigh, she heard his footsteps leave the tent. Once he was gone, she let the tears fall as she sat on the edge of the bed. Isla was still crying, now more upset that her parents were fighting. Picking her up, she cradled the crying girl in her arms. Though Isla calmed down, the tears still fell from Christine's eyes. "He'll never trust me enough..." She cried through the tears. The rest of the night, she spent alone in the tent with Isla. Erik knew to give her space and wait until Christine was ready to talk to him. However, he feared his mistake could cost their future together.

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