Chapter Seven: Almost back to normal

A week after Kaydence was killed, there was a funeral. Satine dressed in all black along with Bell, Zidler, Marie, and Christian. They all decided to stay another week so that Satine and Christian could be at the funeral. Everyone's faces were glum, especially Christian's. He was standing and looking over the coffin, thinking about every moment he spent with her, when Satine came up behind him. She rested her head on his shoulder and began to cry. He grabbed her hand and started crying as well.

Satine felt guilty, she was the one who was after the man. She could have stopped him, but no she let her die. Christian tried to comfort her, he knew it really wasn't Satine's fault at all. The funeral was silent the whole time except for the cries made by the family. When they got on the carriage, Satine grabbed Christian's hand. He was watching out the window of the carriage and Satine was dabbing some tears away from her eyes. She snuggled down, deep into Christian. She pulled her legs up underneath her and began to think of Kaydence. She relived the awful memory, over and over again. Satine was there, she saw the whole thing. She could have stopped the man but she didn't. Why didn't she?

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A week after the funeral, Zidler, Marie, and Bell had already left for Montmartre, Christian was still upset. For hours he would sit in the room where she had spent the night, her last night alive. Satine was always there for him. She would grab his hand or kiss him on the cheek but they were both in so much pain that they hadn't done anything physical in a while. Every night since it happened, Christian would cuddle her up as if to protect her from the dark but Satine didn't mind at all.

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Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and it was now late august. It was just about eight months since Kaydence was killed. Satine and Christian were getting back to their normal lives. They would occasionally get mail from Zidler and Bell, who were now engaged. Satine was now completely healed and was doing things that she used to do.

One day, Satine was in her room getting ready for bed. Christian was lying on the bed with his glasses on and his hat. He still had his clothes on, which were a white shirt and black pants with suspenders. Satine was wearing one of Christian's night shirts and was combing her hair. She looked at Christian in the reflection of the mirror and smiled.

"Christian, I know it's been only eight months since Kaydence died but what do you think of having children?" Christian looked up from his paper at her reflection in the mirror.

"Well, I love them and I will have one with you if you want to," Christian picked his paper back up. To Satine that answer didn't sound like he really wanted to. She turned to face him.

" Christian, if you don't want to just tell me. I'll understand."

"No, Satine, I do want to. I am just worried about what happened to Kaydence will happen to the new one." Satine walked over to the side Christian was on. She sat down next to him and hugged him.

"Are you sure you want to?"

"Positive." There was a moment of silence as Satine gave him her seductive look. "Let's get started! Shall we?" Satine smiled as Christian flipped her over on her back and began kissing her. He was now on top of her. She had her arms around his neck. She then turned him over so that he was on his back. They then nestled under the covers.

Later that night, Satin woke up. She turned over to lye in Christian's arms but he wasn't there. She got up and wrapped a sheet around herself. She stepped out onto the balcony to find him sitting in a chair with another sheet wrapped around his bottom. He was looking up at the stars. Satine sat down on his lap.

"Isn't it a beautiful night?" Satine asked.

"Not nearly as beautiful as you," He grabbed her head and kissed her. She leaned down on his chest and shut her eyes. All her bad memories of the Moulin Rouge and Kaydence had disappeared. Just for that moment. Their life was almost back to normal.