Chapter Five: Home again, Home again

Christian and Satine spent the rest of their honeymoon alone, either in the bedroom or out on the balcony. On the train ride home, Satine thought about their nights on the balcony. After they had slept together they would wake up in the morning. They would put a blanket around themselves and sit out there. Christian would hold Satine in his arms where she was safe and warm and under the protection of the blanket.

A smile came to Satine's face. She was looking out the window. She was holding hands with Christian as he read his newspaper, which he so often did. Satine squeezed Christian's hand and smiled at him. He put down his paper and kissed her and then picked his paper back up and continued reading.

Satine sat there for a minute and admired him. She loved how he looked in his little hat with his glasses. She turned back to the window and began to think about how life used to be, ten years ago. How Christian would sing to her and how he was determined to be hers. One memory that came to mind was when she thought she was dying and she sand to him at the play. That thought brought chills up and down her spine.

Christian was noticing something different about Satine, "Darling, are you okay?" Christian gave her a concerned look, as he always did because he was so overprotective of her.

"Yes, I just am a little sleepy." Satine looked at him with compassionate eyes. Christian was unsure about this so he put his hand on her forehead. "Satine you feel warm. Are you sure your alright?"

"Yes! I am fine." Satine pushed his hand away and folded her arms. She turned and looked out the window again. She could tell Christian was worried about her, he was so protective of her now. Christian got up and left the compartment. She figured he was probably going to go fetch a doctor. She couldn't have been more right. Christian had soon come back with a doctor who just happened to be riding the train also.

"Alright, lets see then." The doctor, who seemed ancient, pulled out a stethoscope. He checked Satine over. The whole time Christian watched Satine, and looked upset but Satine looked annoyed, like a frustrated little kid.

"Well it appears that she have Primary Fibrosis. It's not fatal if you get plenty of rest and stay away from smoking. When you get old and frail and are on your death bed you will die from that."

"Thank you doctor," Christian said as he closed the compartment door behind him. The doctor nodded and left.

"See I told you there was something wrong with you," Christian sat down next to her and grabbed her hand. He kissed it and hugged her. He refused to let her go until they got home.

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They didn't speak at all on the fairy ride over. They only held hands. Christian read his paper while Satine sat on the deck and enjoyed the view. She wished she wasn't sick. She hated it. She was only thankful that it wasn't fatal. Satine sat there and watched the waves go by. Christian felt Satine shiver. He put his arm around her and she snuggled with him. She wrapped her legs beneath her. She began to think about her memories again. She remembered her first reaction when she saw Christian in Montmartre again. She remembered ten years ago how she made the stupid mistake of thinking he was the Duke which is why that are together at that moment.

When the fairy ride was over, Christian escorted Satine off it. Zidler, Bell, Kaydence, and Marie, who had looked after their house while they were away, greeted them. They weren't leaving until tomorrow so they all decided to do something together. They all went to an American Restaurant called Longelles. Satine sat next to Christian (of course) who sat next to Kaydence, who sat next to Bell, who sat next to Zidler, who sat next to Marie, who sat next to Satine.

"Marie, A women came to see me on the trip. She called herself Katrina. She clamed to be my sister."

"Katrina? Interesting. I never knew you had a sister," Marie said.

"Well obviously, neither did I," Satine added, pointing to herself. Christian leaned over towards Satine. He grabbed her hand.

"Don't eat to much Satine, you know you're sick," He warned.

"Your sick?" Harold asked. Satine looked around the table to see many eager faces looking at her. She bent her head as if she were ashamed.

"Yes, I have Primary Fibrosis. The doctor says it's not fatal if I get plenty of bed rest,"

"Only when she is old and frail and about to die will she die from it," Christian added, squeezing her hand. With her free hand she stroked Christian's arm.

Everyone at the table looked at her as if she was a little kid who they had just hit with a car. Kaydence began to cry and she climbed over Christian, breaking them apart, and hugged Satine. Chuckling to herself, Satine put her arms around Kaydence.

After the meal, Christian invited Kaydence to spend the night in their home. Kaydence agreed and all three went home together. Christian helped Satine into her nightdress. He took her hand and picked up Kaydence. They took Kaydence into the spare bedroom, to the left of theirs. They tucked her in. Christian left the room leaving Satine and Kaydence alone.

"Satine, tell me a story please," Kaydence begged right before giving a big yawn.

"Alright," Satine thought for a second and then began her story. "Once there was a beautiful young girl that everyone called the Sparkling Diamond. She lived in the far away land of Moulin Rouge. One night when the princess was singing a lovely song, she met a handsome prince named Christian," Kaydence giggled, she was beginning to catch on. "The prince tried so many times to get the girl's attention, but knowing that the girl had a reputation to protect, she ignored him. Then one night that he charmed her when they soared off on a magical elephant. They wanted to get married but an evil king, who wanted to marry the girl, refused to let them. So he tried to hurt the girl but she escaped. She went to see the prince and told him she loved him but was persuaded by the magical ruler of Montmartre to tell him she didn't. Then one night the boy cam to see her at a play she was in and they fell in love all over again. Then the girl died. Sorrow swept over all of Montmartre. The prince never ever loved again. The end."

"I didn't like that story, it was to sad!" Kaydence whined.

"Oh honey, that story has a happy ending to it. You see the girl was I and Christian was the boy and now we're married,: Satine smiled and patted her on the head. She got up and left the room. She turned the light off and said, "goodnight." She bumped onto Christian on her way out.

"You got her to sleep fast," Christian said as he peaked into the door.

"Well I told her an amazing story," Satine smiled. They headed off to bed. Satine smiled to herself as she reflected on the story. Christian turned over and put his arm over Satine. He pulled her close to him and kissed her neck. Satine lied against his chest. Life couldn't be anymore perfect.