The doctor let her go later that day, making me promise to keep her off her
feet and calm. They called a cab for us around the front, and I carried her
out.
"Darling," she said, the name sending my mouth into a smile, "I can walk, you know."
"But the doctor said to keep you off your feet, and so I am." I kissed the tip of her nose. "Besides, my princess, you're wearing no shoes."
She sighed. "I hate being helpless. . ." But nonetheless, she held on tighter to my neck and whispered in my ear, "Oh Christian. . . oh darling, we're going to be so happy together."
It had happened. . . it had finally happened. I can't believe it, but somehow I could. All the affirmations in my head bounced around, giving me a warm, dizzy headache. I looked into her eyes and saw her smile - that dazzling, beautiful smile that I knew was Satine herself, and found myself singing quietly, "How wonderful life is, now you're in the world. . ."
"And I'll always be there." She flashed another smile and giggled. "I'm so happy. . . you have no idea how I feel right now." I laughed slightly. "Well. . . maybe YOU do. I love you Christian, so much. . ."
"I love you." I kissed her lightly and pushed the door out of the building and nodded to the cab driver, setting Satine down to take her clothing from a nurse behind us and put it into the cab.
"I love Christian James," Satine said to the cab driver. He forced a smile and then looked ahead. "I love Christian James!" she shouted, flinging her hands in the air, grinning wildly, leaning back into my awaiting arms.
"I love you, Christian James," she whispered. Her finger traced my jaw line and a tear ran down from her eye. She laughed slightly. "I'm crying. . . I don't know why. Oh my darling, you're marrying some crazy woman."
"I like 'em crazy," I said, holding her close to me and stepping inside the cab. After telling the driver our destination, I closed the door.
Satine inspected her left hand, running her slender fingers over her ring. "It's so beautiful. . ." she sighed.
"Only because you're wearing it," I said, kissing her slowly.
She sighed, her hand on my cheek. "Oh Christian. . ." Another tear fell from her eyes and she smiled. "It's finally going to happen, Christian. . . we're going to get married, and raise our children together, and grow old together. . ."
". . .for as long as I live." I brushed a few tears away with my thumb. "From this day on, nothing will be as it was before. I will love you, like no one has ever before, forever."
"Come what may. . ." she sang between sobs.
"I will love you, until my dying day." I kissed her hair, her temples, her cheek, her chin, her nose, her lips. I was so happy. . . our happy ending was finally going to happen. But. . . I still can't help but wonder, as I pull away from her, why it couldn't be before.
"Darling. . . I have to ask you something."
Her eyes looked down and she gripped her hands in her lap. "What is it?" she breathed.
"I think you know what it is."
She took a deep breath and looked up at me, forcing a smile. "There is no reason good enough in this world for me to have done what I did. I was so stupid. . ." she pressed two pale fingers to her lips. "Harold. . . found out that I was pregnant with Ewan. He. . . he didn't approve, to say the least. Sparkling Diamonds and courtesans are not supposed to have children, or feel anything. . . but you know that already. And you know Harold could talk his way out of everything, and he. . . he made me believe that you wouldn't love me. . ."
Her voce broke, and I put a hand around her shoulders. "That bastard."
"But Christian. . . that's not the only reason. . ." She pulled away and sat on the other side of the cab. "Promise me. . . that you know I love you, only you."
I didn't like where this was going. . . but I slowly nodded.
"Christian, I was hoping the whole time. . . but I wasn't sure. . . if you. . . if you were the father. . ."
I fought with air. There were others? 'Well, of course there were others' I told myself. After all that was her profession. . . "Who. . ." I let my head slip into my hands. "Who. . . might have been?"
"Christian, I love you, remember?"
"Satine, who else?"
There was a silent moment between the two of us, and then she murmered a word. I didn't hear it, but a shiver raced through my body.
"Who?" I asked.
"Well. . . the Duke." She hung her head.
I slammed my fist into the chair. "What?" I roared. "But. . . opening night. . . it was opening night, but. . ."
She shook her head, raising her eyes to me for a moment before she looked down again. "Christian, the night you left for Paris for your sisters child, I went home and. . . and he was there. . ." She sobbed. "I didn't want to. . . I didn't want to hurt you for anything. . . "
I rubbed my eyes. The duke. . . the damn duke! "That bastard. . ."
"I love you Christian. I love you so much. . ."
I looked up into her red, tear streaked face and reached out for her, pulling her close to me. She rested her head on my chest and continued to cry.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there. . . I'm so sorry. . ." I said, rocking her. "I wasn't there to protect you from him. . ."
"No Christian. . . it's my fa-"
I lifted her head and pushed away some loose curls. "No. . ." I forced a smile through my pain. "Don't think about it. . . it's all in the past. . . but what we have is the present, a son, and a baby on the way. We have each other. . . that's all that matters."
She nodded, a smile coming over her tear-soaked face. "Yes, as long as we have each other."
"We're here," the cab driver shouted, the cab coming to a stop.
We hastily wiped away our tears and I stepped out, holding my arms out for her, and she sank into them gratefully.
"How much do I owe you?" I asked the driver.
"Let me pay," said a voice.
I turned around and saw Marie in a coat and hat, and bags on her arms.
"Wh. . . where are you going?" Satine asked.
I gently put her down and draped my black coat over her shoulders.
"Deary, you don't need me anymore."
Satine forced out a laugh. "What are you talking about? Mother. . . I need you so much."
Marie glanced at me and smiled genuinely. "You have Christian now. . . you don't need me anymore."
"Where will you go?" I asked.
"I've always wanted to see the sphinx." Marie shrugged. "Maybe I'll go see Harold again."
"But. . ." Satine started.
Marie touched her cheek. "It will be alright. Don't worry about me, my dear. I'll be fine. . . I'm an adult, you know."
A tear fell down from Satine's cheek. "I don't know what to say. . ."
"Say. . . I'll see you soon," Marie said with a smile.
"What about Ewan?" I asked, placing a hand on Satine's waist to keep her steady.
"I told him I was going on vacation." She tapped Satine's chin. "Ah now, love. . . don't cry. This is hardly goodbye."
"What'll I do without you?" Satine whispered, throwing her arms around Marie.
"You'd freeze in the winter without your shall," she whispered and Satine laughed slightly. "I love you. . ."
"Daddy! Mummy!" Ewan ran from the house, his arms outstretched for me and I lifted him up in my arms.
"I have to go. . ." Marie whispered, breaking away from her daughter and coming to me. "I was wondering when you'd come around. . ." she whispered with a smile. "Take good care of her, will you?"
"I promise," I said, kissing her cheek.
"And YOU!" She tickled Ewan. "Be good for Mummy and Daddy, alright?"
"Yes Oma," he whispered, leaning his head on my chest and I kissed his head.
And as she began to ride away, I walked to Satine and put my arm around her waist, and felt. . . assured. Everything had been good, and then bad, and now. . . I stood on the sidewalk, our house behind us with my future wife, and my son in my arms. Thank you Lord. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- Disclaimer: I do not own Moulin Rouge, not even Christian. ::sigh::
Author's Note: Lalalala. . . aww, they're so cute. Hope you liked it! I remember someone reviewing asking me why Satine actually did go away, so I stuck that in there. . . And I'm not done yet!! A couple to go. . . but then ago I said that with the prequel and I came up with about 5 more. . . ah well. Mozeltof!
SONGS USED: 'Your Song' by E.J. 'Come What May' written by David Baerwald
"Darling," she said, the name sending my mouth into a smile, "I can walk, you know."
"But the doctor said to keep you off your feet, and so I am." I kissed the tip of her nose. "Besides, my princess, you're wearing no shoes."
She sighed. "I hate being helpless. . ." But nonetheless, she held on tighter to my neck and whispered in my ear, "Oh Christian. . . oh darling, we're going to be so happy together."
It had happened. . . it had finally happened. I can't believe it, but somehow I could. All the affirmations in my head bounced around, giving me a warm, dizzy headache. I looked into her eyes and saw her smile - that dazzling, beautiful smile that I knew was Satine herself, and found myself singing quietly, "How wonderful life is, now you're in the world. . ."
"And I'll always be there." She flashed another smile and giggled. "I'm so happy. . . you have no idea how I feel right now." I laughed slightly. "Well. . . maybe YOU do. I love you Christian, so much. . ."
"I love you." I kissed her lightly and pushed the door out of the building and nodded to the cab driver, setting Satine down to take her clothing from a nurse behind us and put it into the cab.
"I love Christian James," Satine said to the cab driver. He forced a smile and then looked ahead. "I love Christian James!" she shouted, flinging her hands in the air, grinning wildly, leaning back into my awaiting arms.
"I love you, Christian James," she whispered. Her finger traced my jaw line and a tear ran down from her eye. She laughed slightly. "I'm crying. . . I don't know why. Oh my darling, you're marrying some crazy woman."
"I like 'em crazy," I said, holding her close to me and stepping inside the cab. After telling the driver our destination, I closed the door.
Satine inspected her left hand, running her slender fingers over her ring. "It's so beautiful. . ." she sighed.
"Only because you're wearing it," I said, kissing her slowly.
She sighed, her hand on my cheek. "Oh Christian. . ." Another tear fell from her eyes and she smiled. "It's finally going to happen, Christian. . . we're going to get married, and raise our children together, and grow old together. . ."
". . .for as long as I live." I brushed a few tears away with my thumb. "From this day on, nothing will be as it was before. I will love you, like no one has ever before, forever."
"Come what may. . ." she sang between sobs.
"I will love you, until my dying day." I kissed her hair, her temples, her cheek, her chin, her nose, her lips. I was so happy. . . our happy ending was finally going to happen. But. . . I still can't help but wonder, as I pull away from her, why it couldn't be before.
"Darling. . . I have to ask you something."
Her eyes looked down and she gripped her hands in her lap. "What is it?" she breathed.
"I think you know what it is."
She took a deep breath and looked up at me, forcing a smile. "There is no reason good enough in this world for me to have done what I did. I was so stupid. . ." she pressed two pale fingers to her lips. "Harold. . . found out that I was pregnant with Ewan. He. . . he didn't approve, to say the least. Sparkling Diamonds and courtesans are not supposed to have children, or feel anything. . . but you know that already. And you know Harold could talk his way out of everything, and he. . . he made me believe that you wouldn't love me. . ."
Her voce broke, and I put a hand around her shoulders. "That bastard."
"But Christian. . . that's not the only reason. . ." She pulled away and sat on the other side of the cab. "Promise me. . . that you know I love you, only you."
I didn't like where this was going. . . but I slowly nodded.
"Christian, I was hoping the whole time. . . but I wasn't sure. . . if you. . . if you were the father. . ."
I fought with air. There were others? 'Well, of course there were others' I told myself. After all that was her profession. . . "Who. . ." I let my head slip into my hands. "Who. . . might have been?"
"Christian, I love you, remember?"
"Satine, who else?"
There was a silent moment between the two of us, and then she murmered a word. I didn't hear it, but a shiver raced through my body.
"Who?" I asked.
"Well. . . the Duke." She hung her head.
I slammed my fist into the chair. "What?" I roared. "But. . . opening night. . . it was opening night, but. . ."
She shook her head, raising her eyes to me for a moment before she looked down again. "Christian, the night you left for Paris for your sisters child, I went home and. . . and he was there. . ." She sobbed. "I didn't want to. . . I didn't want to hurt you for anything. . . "
I rubbed my eyes. The duke. . . the damn duke! "That bastard. . ."
"I love you Christian. I love you so much. . ."
I looked up into her red, tear streaked face and reached out for her, pulling her close to me. She rested her head on my chest and continued to cry.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there. . . I'm so sorry. . ." I said, rocking her. "I wasn't there to protect you from him. . ."
"No Christian. . . it's my fa-"
I lifted her head and pushed away some loose curls. "No. . ." I forced a smile through my pain. "Don't think about it. . . it's all in the past. . . but what we have is the present, a son, and a baby on the way. We have each other. . . that's all that matters."
She nodded, a smile coming over her tear-soaked face. "Yes, as long as we have each other."
"We're here," the cab driver shouted, the cab coming to a stop.
We hastily wiped away our tears and I stepped out, holding my arms out for her, and she sank into them gratefully.
"How much do I owe you?" I asked the driver.
"Let me pay," said a voice.
I turned around and saw Marie in a coat and hat, and bags on her arms.
"Wh. . . where are you going?" Satine asked.
I gently put her down and draped my black coat over her shoulders.
"Deary, you don't need me anymore."
Satine forced out a laugh. "What are you talking about? Mother. . . I need you so much."
Marie glanced at me and smiled genuinely. "You have Christian now. . . you don't need me anymore."
"Where will you go?" I asked.
"I've always wanted to see the sphinx." Marie shrugged. "Maybe I'll go see Harold again."
"But. . ." Satine started.
Marie touched her cheek. "It will be alright. Don't worry about me, my dear. I'll be fine. . . I'm an adult, you know."
A tear fell down from Satine's cheek. "I don't know what to say. . ."
"Say. . . I'll see you soon," Marie said with a smile.
"What about Ewan?" I asked, placing a hand on Satine's waist to keep her steady.
"I told him I was going on vacation." She tapped Satine's chin. "Ah now, love. . . don't cry. This is hardly goodbye."
"What'll I do without you?" Satine whispered, throwing her arms around Marie.
"You'd freeze in the winter without your shall," she whispered and Satine laughed slightly. "I love you. . ."
"Daddy! Mummy!" Ewan ran from the house, his arms outstretched for me and I lifted him up in my arms.
"I have to go. . ." Marie whispered, breaking away from her daughter and coming to me. "I was wondering when you'd come around. . ." she whispered with a smile. "Take good care of her, will you?"
"I promise," I said, kissing her cheek.
"And YOU!" She tickled Ewan. "Be good for Mummy and Daddy, alright?"
"Yes Oma," he whispered, leaning his head on my chest and I kissed his head.
And as she began to ride away, I walked to Satine and put my arm around her waist, and felt. . . assured. Everything had been good, and then bad, and now. . . I stood on the sidewalk, our house behind us with my future wife, and my son in my arms. Thank you Lord. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- Disclaimer: I do not own Moulin Rouge, not even Christian. ::sigh::
Author's Note: Lalalala. . . aww, they're so cute. Hope you liked it! I remember someone reviewing asking me why Satine actually did go away, so I stuck that in there. . . And I'm not done yet!! A couple to go. . . but then ago I said that with the prequel and I came up with about 5 more. . . ah well. Mozeltof!
SONGS USED: 'Your Song' by E.J. 'Come What May' written by David Baerwald