Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing!
A/N: Ok, I know I said this last chapter, but I am taking a poetic license, and Christian has been there a little less than two months. That's probably unrealistic, but it works for the story!
"No, Christian, you don't understand. It's not your child."
The look on Christian's face was one of pure anguish. For a few seconds, he remained in his seat, not moving.
"Christian, please, let me explain," began Satine.
But she did not get any further than that. Christian stood up, turned, and walked out the door. Satine ran after him.
"Christian! Please don't leave!" shouted Satine.
Her cries were unheeded. He kept walking, and continued out the door and onto the bustling streets of Montmarte. Satine ran back into Christian's garret, flung herself down onto Christian's bed, and sobbed.
The day wore on, and there were still no signs of Christian. As she sat, she prayed, something she had not done since she was a little girl. But she could only pray for so long. As the sun began to set, Satine began to lose hope. Where was he? Was he ever coming back? As she wandered out onto the balcony, she began to sing.
Where do we go from here?
This isn't where we intended to be.
We had it all, you believed in me
I believed in you.
Certainties disappear
What do we do for our dream to survive?
How do we keep our passions alive,
As we used to?
Deep in my heart I'm concealing,
Things that I'm longing to say.
Scared to confess what I'm feeling,
Frightened you'll slip away.
1 You must love me…
Singing these words, Satine began to cry.
2 You must love me…
As Satine turned, she caught a glimpse of Christian standing in the doorway.
"Christian!" she exclaimed, wiping the tears from her face.
"Satine, I wandered around all day, trying to figure things out. And as much as I tried, I realized that I can't stop loving you. But I do have one question. Whose child is it?"
"I…don't…know," said Satine, beginning to cry again.
"You don't know?!"exclaimed Christian incredulously.
"No. You haven't even been here for two months yet. I'm already two and a half months pregnant."
"So, this means that the child isn't the Duke's? And you didn't sleep with anyone else while I was here?" asked Christian, amazement in his voice.
"Of course not!" exclaimed Satine. "I could never do that to you, I love you too much. It happened before I met you."
"Oh, darling, I love you! I promise, I will raise the child as my own, and love it as if it was my own daughter or son."
"Does…does this mean you still want to marry me?" asked Satine with disbelief. "You mean you don't hate me?"
"I could never hate you. It broke my heart because I thought you slept with someone while we were in love. But I cannot blame you for sleeping with someone before I met you. I know, you were a courtesan, and that is a risk of the job. So does this mean that you will marry me?"
"Oh yes!" said Satine, staring in disbelief at this amazing man. She could not believe how incredibly lucky she was. She kissed him, and once again, everything else faded into the night.
Songs Used: "You Must Love Me" by Madonna
A/N: I hope everyone liked that chapter! Once again, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! I love you all! The story is not done yet; I still have some interesting twists planned for our favorite pair of lovers!
A/N: Ok, I know I said this last chapter, but I am taking a poetic license, and Christian has been there a little less than two months. That's probably unrealistic, but it works for the story!
"No, Christian, you don't understand. It's not your child."
The look on Christian's face was one of pure anguish. For a few seconds, he remained in his seat, not moving.
"Christian, please, let me explain," began Satine.
But she did not get any further than that. Christian stood up, turned, and walked out the door. Satine ran after him.
"Christian! Please don't leave!" shouted Satine.
Her cries were unheeded. He kept walking, and continued out the door and onto the bustling streets of Montmarte. Satine ran back into Christian's garret, flung herself down onto Christian's bed, and sobbed.
The day wore on, and there were still no signs of Christian. As she sat, she prayed, something she had not done since she was a little girl. But she could only pray for so long. As the sun began to set, Satine began to lose hope. Where was he? Was he ever coming back? As she wandered out onto the balcony, she began to sing.
Where do we go from here?
This isn't where we intended to be.
We had it all, you believed in me
I believed in you.
Certainties disappear
What do we do for our dream to survive?
How do we keep our passions alive,
As we used to?
Deep in my heart I'm concealing,
Things that I'm longing to say.
Scared to confess what I'm feeling,
Frightened you'll slip away.
1 You must love me…
Singing these words, Satine began to cry.
2 You must love me…
As Satine turned, she caught a glimpse of Christian standing in the doorway.
"Christian!" she exclaimed, wiping the tears from her face.
"Satine, I wandered around all day, trying to figure things out. And as much as I tried, I realized that I can't stop loving you. But I do have one question. Whose child is it?"
"I…don't…know," said Satine, beginning to cry again.
"You don't know?!"exclaimed Christian incredulously.
"No. You haven't even been here for two months yet. I'm already two and a half months pregnant."
"So, this means that the child isn't the Duke's? And you didn't sleep with anyone else while I was here?" asked Christian, amazement in his voice.
"Of course not!" exclaimed Satine. "I could never do that to you, I love you too much. It happened before I met you."
"Oh, darling, I love you! I promise, I will raise the child as my own, and love it as if it was my own daughter or son."
"Does…does this mean you still want to marry me?" asked Satine with disbelief. "You mean you don't hate me?"
"I could never hate you. It broke my heart because I thought you slept with someone while we were in love. But I cannot blame you for sleeping with someone before I met you. I know, you were a courtesan, and that is a risk of the job. So does this mean that you will marry me?"
"Oh yes!" said Satine, staring in disbelief at this amazing man. She could not believe how incredibly lucky she was. She kissed him, and once again, everything else faded into the night.
Songs Used: "You Must Love Me" by Madonna
A/N: I hope everyone liked that chapter! Once again, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! I love you all! The story is not done yet; I still have some interesting twists planned for our favorite pair of lovers!