Disclaimer: Once again, these characters do not belong to me. They belong
to Baz Luhrmann. If someone did want to lend Christian to me for a little
while though, I wouldn't mind!!
Ok, in my story, Christian has been there for a little under two months. I know that is probably wrong, but I am taking a poetic license with this. Also, I can't write Toulouse's lisp, so I'm getting rid of that too!
The next morning dawned bright and cool, with a promise. A promise of a beautiful life that Christian and Satine would be able to spend together.
Christian awoke to the sun pouring in his small window, creating a prism on their bed. He shut his eyes, attempting to chase the remnants of the magnificent dream he was having. But then he realized where he was. Montmarte, at the very center of the Bohemian Revolution, holding the most beautiful woman in the world in his arms. And she loved him. "Love is not wanting to go to sleep because reality is better than a dream," he murmured. He was so happy, he wanted to shout from the rooftops how in love he was. It was then that he had his most brilliant idea. If he and Satine were so in love, why not show it to everyone? He would go out now, and surprise her when she woke up. He gently nudged Satine over, and got up from the bed. Christian held his breath as Satine stirred, but did not wake up. He quickly got dressed and slipped out the door.
As the morning wore on, the ray of sun that Christian woke up to began to move its way up the bed, until it was right at the pillows. Satine gently stirred, and finally woke up. Christian wasn't beside her, but that wasn't always an unusual occurrence. But she did not hear the gentle tap of his typewriter, or see him out on the balcony. Satine quickly got out of bed, and pulled on her pale pink robe.
"Toulouse!" she called, looking up the hole in Christian's ceiling.
"Yes, mademoiselle?" asked Toulouse groggily. He sounded quite hung over.
"Toulouse, have you seen Christian this morning?"
"I'm sorry, Satine, I haven't. But I also just got up, so I'm not really the one to ask."
Just then, Christian walked in, a huge grin on his face.
"Christian! I was worried about you, where…?" Satine's rambling was cut short as Christian pulled her into a deep kiss. As they broke apart, Satine whispered, "Ok, you're forgiven, just don't let it happen again."
"Oh?" asked Christian, a smile in his voice, "and what will happen if it does?"
"Well," Satine said, putting on her best "Smoldering Temptress" voice, "you will have to pay the consequences."
"Oh, really?" laughed Christian, as he pulled her on the bed, tickling her. "Do you give up?"
"Never!" screamed Satine, laughing uncontrollably. "Ok, I changed my mind! Christian!"
"I'll let you get away…this time," said Christian, pulling her into yet another kiss.
When they finally broke apart, Christian began to speak.
"Darling, I'm sure that you were wondering why I wasn't there this morning. Well, I hope this answers your question." With that, he pulled a small box out of his pocket, and opened it. Inside was a beautiful square cut ruby ring, set in a simple but beautiful gold band. Inside was the inscription "Come What May."
"I know it's not a diamond, but I thought you might be a little tired of them now. And besides, I thought that a ruby fit you better." Christian said with a smile on his face. Satine sat there, a stunned look on her face.
"Satine, what I am trying to say is, will you marry me?"
A strange cry came from Satine. This was not exactly the reaction he expected.
"Christian, I can't marry you," the pain evident on both her face and in her voice. She knew that she had many things to tell Christian, but she didn't have to expect to do it this soon.
"But why not? I love you and you love me! Why shouldn't we get married?!"
"Christian it's not that simple," began Satine, but Christian cut her off!
"But it is that simple! We love each other. We should get married! That's what people in love do."
"Christian, I'm pregnant," said Satine flatly.
A look of relief flooded over Christian. "Is that all? Darling, I know it's soon, but I assumed we were going to have children anyway! We'll just have to get married very soon…"
"No, Christian, you don't understand. It's not your child."
Author's Note: I hope you liked it! It's going to get better soon, I promise! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, and please, tell me if you liked this one! Constructive criticism helps!
Ok, in my story, Christian has been there for a little under two months. I know that is probably wrong, but I am taking a poetic license with this. Also, I can't write Toulouse's lisp, so I'm getting rid of that too!
The next morning dawned bright and cool, with a promise. A promise of a beautiful life that Christian and Satine would be able to spend together.
Christian awoke to the sun pouring in his small window, creating a prism on their bed. He shut his eyes, attempting to chase the remnants of the magnificent dream he was having. But then he realized where he was. Montmarte, at the very center of the Bohemian Revolution, holding the most beautiful woman in the world in his arms. And she loved him. "Love is not wanting to go to sleep because reality is better than a dream," he murmured. He was so happy, he wanted to shout from the rooftops how in love he was. It was then that he had his most brilliant idea. If he and Satine were so in love, why not show it to everyone? He would go out now, and surprise her when she woke up. He gently nudged Satine over, and got up from the bed. Christian held his breath as Satine stirred, but did not wake up. He quickly got dressed and slipped out the door.
As the morning wore on, the ray of sun that Christian woke up to began to move its way up the bed, until it was right at the pillows. Satine gently stirred, and finally woke up. Christian wasn't beside her, but that wasn't always an unusual occurrence. But she did not hear the gentle tap of his typewriter, or see him out on the balcony. Satine quickly got out of bed, and pulled on her pale pink robe.
"Toulouse!" she called, looking up the hole in Christian's ceiling.
"Yes, mademoiselle?" asked Toulouse groggily. He sounded quite hung over.
"Toulouse, have you seen Christian this morning?"
"I'm sorry, Satine, I haven't. But I also just got up, so I'm not really the one to ask."
Just then, Christian walked in, a huge grin on his face.
"Christian! I was worried about you, where…?" Satine's rambling was cut short as Christian pulled her into a deep kiss. As they broke apart, Satine whispered, "Ok, you're forgiven, just don't let it happen again."
"Oh?" asked Christian, a smile in his voice, "and what will happen if it does?"
"Well," Satine said, putting on her best "Smoldering Temptress" voice, "you will have to pay the consequences."
"Oh, really?" laughed Christian, as he pulled her on the bed, tickling her. "Do you give up?"
"Never!" screamed Satine, laughing uncontrollably. "Ok, I changed my mind! Christian!"
"I'll let you get away…this time," said Christian, pulling her into yet another kiss.
When they finally broke apart, Christian began to speak.
"Darling, I'm sure that you were wondering why I wasn't there this morning. Well, I hope this answers your question." With that, he pulled a small box out of his pocket, and opened it. Inside was a beautiful square cut ruby ring, set in a simple but beautiful gold band. Inside was the inscription "Come What May."
"I know it's not a diamond, but I thought you might be a little tired of them now. And besides, I thought that a ruby fit you better." Christian said with a smile on his face. Satine sat there, a stunned look on her face.
"Satine, what I am trying to say is, will you marry me?"
A strange cry came from Satine. This was not exactly the reaction he expected.
"Christian, I can't marry you," the pain evident on both her face and in her voice. She knew that she had many things to tell Christian, but she didn't have to expect to do it this soon.
"But why not? I love you and you love me! Why shouldn't we get married?!"
"Christian it's not that simple," began Satine, but Christian cut her off!
"But it is that simple! We love each other. We should get married! That's what people in love do."
"Christian, I'm pregnant," said Satine flatly.
A look of relief flooded over Christian. "Is that all? Darling, I know it's soon, but I assumed we were going to have children anyway! We'll just have to get married very soon…"
"No, Christian, you don't understand. It's not your child."
Author's Note: I hope you liked it! It's going to get better soon, I promise! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, and please, tell me if you liked this one! Constructive criticism helps!