Christian and Satine sat in the living room of their new home. Their
home. Christian was looking through a newspaper, and Satine was reading a
book on the couch. Suddenly she began to sing quietly.
"I'm finding my way back to sanity again though I don't really know what I'm gonna do when I get there. I take a breath and hold on tight spin around one more time and gracefully fall back to the arms of grace . . ."
Christian joined her in the chorus.
"Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying even if you don't wanna speak tonight, that's all right, all right with me. Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing. Its where I wanna be, yeah, where I wanna be."
Satine hummed along as Christian sang the next verse.
"I'm looking past the shadows in my mind into the truth, and I'm trying to identify the voices in my head. God wish, won't you let me feel one more time what it feels like to feel and break these calluses off me one more time . . ."
"Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying even if you don't wanna speak tonight that's all right, all right with me. Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside of your door and listen to you breathing its where I wanna be, yeah." They looked up from their respective reading materials and sang to each other, louder now.
"Oh I don't want a thing from you," sang Christian.
"Bet you're tired of me waiting for the scraps to fall off of your table to the ground," answered Satine.
"La da da da... Cause I just wanna be here now . . ." They finished together.
"Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying, even if you don't wanna speak tonight that's all right, all right with me." Christian let Satine have the next lines.
"Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing. Its where I wanna be, yeah, where I wanna be . . ."
"Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying, even if you don't wanna speak tonight that's all right, all right with me. Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing."
"Its where I wanna be, yeah," they finished together, "Where I wanna be."
Satine smiled and placed a hand on her stomach. She took Christian's hand in her other one and said, "Darling, when I was in the hospital, the doctor told me something . . ."
"What is it?" Christian asked, suddenly concerned.
"Christian . . ."
"Yes?"
"I'm pregnant."
Christian was dumbstruck. He couldn't believe it. Satine was pregnant. With his child. He was going to be a father.
"I'm . . . I'm . . . I'm going to be a father?" he stammered.
Satine nodded.
"We're going to have a baby."
Christian's face broke out in a huge smile. "How far along . . .?"
"Don't worry, it's yours," she said, laughing.
They laughed together for a while, then Satine said, "We'll find out whether it's a boy or girl in a few weeks. That is, if you want to know."
Christian said, "Of course."
"Let's go out tonight."
"Okay."
They both went into their bedroom, into the closet that they shared, and found clothes that they had bought together to go out in. Satine looked at the ring on her finger. Christian came and put his arms around her waist, standing behind her with his head on her shoulder.
"It's so beautiful," she breathed.
"Only on your finger," he said.
They kissed, then grabbed jackets and rushed out of the door. Christian stopped her.
"Wait. How are we going to get anywhere? I don't have a car anymore."
Satine smiled. "Your mom told me a little secret. Look in the garage."
Christian opened the garage door, and saw the most gorgeous car he had ever seen sitting there. I note was taped to the windshield.
"'Hey, Chris,'" Christian read aloud, "'Think of this as an early wedding present from an old friend. Hope ya have a great life, you little bugger. Cheers and buffers, Marty and Elaine!' Oh my gosh! I haven't seen them since high school! Marty's an accountant," he told Satine, "And Elaine works for the entertainment industry."
Satine's eyes lit up. "What does she do?"
"Casting agent for Broadway."
"Broadway?!"
Christian smiled at his fiancé. "I'm sure she'd love to meet you."
Satine threw her arms around Christian's neck, then climbed into the silver convertible.
"BMW Z-300," Christian breathed, "The most beautiful car in the world."
"Let's see how it does on the road."
Christian turned the keys in the ignition, and it purred so quietly that you could barely even tell the engine was running. He drove out of the driveway and out onto the open road. Satine turned up the radio, and "Up Where We Belong" was playing.
"Love lift us up where we belong!" she yelled, laughing, "Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high!"
"Love lift us up where we belong!" joined in Christian, "Far from the world we know, up where the clear winds blow!"
They laughed and sang all the way to the restaurant. Christian was happier than he ever had been in his whole life. He was marrying the girl of his dreams, and they were going to have a child together.
"Come what may," he sang quietly later, driving home with Satine's head on his shoulder, making up a song on the spot, "I will love you 'til my dying day."
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Okay, so I lied. This is the last chapter. Unless, you want me to write a sequel. I won't write one unless I have at least five new reviews and three people tell me that I should write one. So if you want to see one, please tell me. Thanks so much for reading this. I had lots of fun writing it. Sorry that the last two chapters were fluff, I had to write something to finish it. There, see I didn't kill her. I'm nice. Please, please review! Five more, and three people telling me to write a sequel, and I will. There might be a reappearance of Mr. Eivel Duke (a highly underused character, I admit) in it, if there is a sequel, just to let you know . . . . Thanks bunches, guys!
~Evie
"I'm finding my way back to sanity again though I don't really know what I'm gonna do when I get there. I take a breath and hold on tight spin around one more time and gracefully fall back to the arms of grace . . ."
Christian joined her in the chorus.
"Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying even if you don't wanna speak tonight, that's all right, all right with me. Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing. Its where I wanna be, yeah, where I wanna be."
Satine hummed along as Christian sang the next verse.
"I'm looking past the shadows in my mind into the truth, and I'm trying to identify the voices in my head. God wish, won't you let me feel one more time what it feels like to feel and break these calluses off me one more time . . ."
"Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying even if you don't wanna speak tonight that's all right, all right with me. Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside of your door and listen to you breathing its where I wanna be, yeah." They looked up from their respective reading materials and sang to each other, louder now.
"Oh I don't want a thing from you," sang Christian.
"Bet you're tired of me waiting for the scraps to fall off of your table to the ground," answered Satine.
"La da da da... Cause I just wanna be here now . . ." They finished together.
"Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying, even if you don't wanna speak tonight that's all right, all right with me." Christian let Satine have the next lines.
"Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing. Its where I wanna be, yeah, where I wanna be . . ."
"Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying, even if you don't wanna speak tonight that's all right, all right with me. Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing."
"Its where I wanna be, yeah," they finished together, "Where I wanna be."
Satine smiled and placed a hand on her stomach. She took Christian's hand in her other one and said, "Darling, when I was in the hospital, the doctor told me something . . ."
"What is it?" Christian asked, suddenly concerned.
"Christian . . ."
"Yes?"
"I'm pregnant."
Christian was dumbstruck. He couldn't believe it. Satine was pregnant. With his child. He was going to be a father.
"I'm . . . I'm . . . I'm going to be a father?" he stammered.
Satine nodded.
"We're going to have a baby."
Christian's face broke out in a huge smile. "How far along . . .?"
"Don't worry, it's yours," she said, laughing.
They laughed together for a while, then Satine said, "We'll find out whether it's a boy or girl in a few weeks. That is, if you want to know."
Christian said, "Of course."
"Let's go out tonight."
"Okay."
They both went into their bedroom, into the closet that they shared, and found clothes that they had bought together to go out in. Satine looked at the ring on her finger. Christian came and put his arms around her waist, standing behind her with his head on her shoulder.
"It's so beautiful," she breathed.
"Only on your finger," he said.
They kissed, then grabbed jackets and rushed out of the door. Christian stopped her.
"Wait. How are we going to get anywhere? I don't have a car anymore."
Satine smiled. "Your mom told me a little secret. Look in the garage."
Christian opened the garage door, and saw the most gorgeous car he had ever seen sitting there. I note was taped to the windshield.
"'Hey, Chris,'" Christian read aloud, "'Think of this as an early wedding present from an old friend. Hope ya have a great life, you little bugger. Cheers and buffers, Marty and Elaine!' Oh my gosh! I haven't seen them since high school! Marty's an accountant," he told Satine, "And Elaine works for the entertainment industry."
Satine's eyes lit up. "What does she do?"
"Casting agent for Broadway."
"Broadway?!"
Christian smiled at his fiancé. "I'm sure she'd love to meet you."
Satine threw her arms around Christian's neck, then climbed into the silver convertible.
"BMW Z-300," Christian breathed, "The most beautiful car in the world."
"Let's see how it does on the road."
Christian turned the keys in the ignition, and it purred so quietly that you could barely even tell the engine was running. He drove out of the driveway and out onto the open road. Satine turned up the radio, and "Up Where We Belong" was playing.
"Love lift us up where we belong!" she yelled, laughing, "Where the eagles cry, on a mountain high!"
"Love lift us up where we belong!" joined in Christian, "Far from the world we know, up where the clear winds blow!"
They laughed and sang all the way to the restaurant. Christian was happier than he ever had been in his whole life. He was marrying the girl of his dreams, and they were going to have a child together.
"Come what may," he sang quietly later, driving home with Satine's head on his shoulder, making up a song on the spot, "I will love you 'til my dying day."
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Okay, so I lied. This is the last chapter. Unless, you want me to write a sequel. I won't write one unless I have at least five new reviews and three people tell me that I should write one. So if you want to see one, please tell me. Thanks so much for reading this. I had lots of fun writing it. Sorry that the last two chapters were fluff, I had to write something to finish it. There, see I didn't kill her. I'm nice. Please, please review! Five more, and three people telling me to write a sequel, and I will. There might be a reappearance of Mr. Eivel Duke (a highly underused character, I admit) in it, if there is a sequel, just to let you know . . . . Thanks bunches, guys!
~Evie
