*A/N* Sorry all, there's a wee bit of swearing in this fic (she's giving
birth, and it tends to hurt ever so slightly...lol).
Twin Lights... Pride and Joy
Time stretched itself like a rubber band, sometimes so tightly that it could almost snap. It reminded Christian of his own mind at the moment. He could only feel a fraction of what Satine felt, and he thought he was going mad. At least she didn't have to wait, worrying, in a empty hallway. At least he didn't have to feel the pain.
**How do you feel?**
**I feel like running out of this room and rip your head off of your goddamn shoulders!** she threatened angrily.
Christian shut up immediately. She was fine when they reached his garret, but steadily, she grew more and more aggressive...
A sharp yelp emitted from the other side of the door. Christian jumped and resisted the urge to run to Satine, partly because she might kill him if she saw him.
**I swear Christian! Fuck! I'm never letting you touch me again!**
He paled visibly and began pacing back and forth, back and forth... He needed a distraction from the worry looming over him. The pacing was oddly therapeutic. Back and forth, back and forth, back and...
"Good Lord! Will you stop before you make us dizzy or do we need to chain you to the wall?"
Christian turned at the sound of Harold's voice. The play was over, and the bohos, Marie and Zidler came to check on the happy couple.
"How are you holding up?" Zidler asked at what he saw. Christian was pale, his eyes were red and puffy, his hair a mess.
"Fine, just fine... Except for the fact that I think I'm going to faint, Satine's been threatening me for the past hour, and if I don't get on the other side of that door very, very soon, I'm going to go mad. But then again, if I even dare venture across the threshold, Satine might kill me..."
Maybe happy wasn't quite the word they were looking for. All the same, Harold chuckled at the mental image of Satine strangling Christian.
After receiving a few encouraging pats on the back Christian swayed lightly and sunk to the floor.
"What's wrong?" Toulouse asked.
"So much pain... She's going to kill me. She's going to kill me..." Christian mumbled, his knees tucked under his chin tightly.
"Really?" Harold asked, still amused by the image. "What did she say?"
Christian raised an eyebrow at him. "Something about a knife surrounded by spicy vulgar words."
The hallway was silent for a moment until a loud cry of pain filled their ears. Christian was on his feet immediately, but the bohos held him back.
"The doctor wouldn't be too happy about it. And remember? Angry Satine? With a knife?" Satie told him softly. Christian nodded and sat back down.
"It won't be too long now," a voice said, but he wasn't sure whose.
Suddenly, they heard tiny cries. All eyes were on Christian, whose own were filled with tears.
**Oh Christian! You should see him! He's so beautiful...** Satine's tired voice was in his mind. Obviously, she'd forgotten her violent suggestions momentarily.
A few moments later, the beautiful boy's brother was born, and Christian was allowed to see Satine.
He opened the door cautiously, ready to dodge any objects that may come his way. She was laying on the bed with her eyes closed, looking like a drowning chihuahua stuck in rapids, who was then casually washed onto shore.
She opened one eye when she heard him enter. "You don't look so great yourself."
He laughed, relieved she's regained her good humor.
"Come here," Satine ordered him. "Come see your sons."
He approached quietly and leaned over her. Cradled in the crook of her arm rested two round, pink faces contently sleeping. The most beautiful babies he'd ever seen.
"I'm proud of you," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. He was a father now. This wasn't so bad.
Christian turned at the sound of footsteps, and felt rage begin to boil in the pit of his stomach.
"You! What the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you never to come near Satine again!" he yelled, grabbing the doctor's collar.
"Christian!"
"I can't believe you delivered my children when you almost let their mother kill herself!" he continued, yelling louder and louder.
"Christian stop it!"
He turned his head in Satine's direction.
"It's alright! That wasn't his fault! Now let him go!"
Christian obeyed despite his better judgment. The doctor straightened himself, "I'll leave you two a moment," and left quietly. The twins wailed.
"You woke up the babies," Satine scolded him and proceeded to hush them back to sleep. The crying stopped at once and Christian lay beside Satine, taking a red-headed little one in his arms.
"What do you think this one is? A Jared or an Ian?" he asked, trying to get on her good side again. They'd decided on baby names long ago, but picking which one was which could prove to be a challenge.
"He's Ian. You can see it in his face," she said decisively. "And this one," she continued, holding up the dark-haired baby," is a Jared. Definitely."
Christian scrutinized the two babies' faces with amusement. "If you say so." He looked at them again, and suddenly, what Satine said made sense. Although, of course, he'd never admit it.
Ian and Jared. Their boys. What an adventure this would be...
Twin Lights... Pride and Joy
Time stretched itself like a rubber band, sometimes so tightly that it could almost snap. It reminded Christian of his own mind at the moment. He could only feel a fraction of what Satine felt, and he thought he was going mad. At least she didn't have to wait, worrying, in a empty hallway. At least he didn't have to feel the pain.
**How do you feel?**
**I feel like running out of this room and rip your head off of your goddamn shoulders!** she threatened angrily.
Christian shut up immediately. She was fine when they reached his garret, but steadily, she grew more and more aggressive...
A sharp yelp emitted from the other side of the door. Christian jumped and resisted the urge to run to Satine, partly because she might kill him if she saw him.
**I swear Christian! Fuck! I'm never letting you touch me again!**
He paled visibly and began pacing back and forth, back and forth... He needed a distraction from the worry looming over him. The pacing was oddly therapeutic. Back and forth, back and forth, back and...
"Good Lord! Will you stop before you make us dizzy or do we need to chain you to the wall?"
Christian turned at the sound of Harold's voice. The play was over, and the bohos, Marie and Zidler came to check on the happy couple.
"How are you holding up?" Zidler asked at what he saw. Christian was pale, his eyes were red and puffy, his hair a mess.
"Fine, just fine... Except for the fact that I think I'm going to faint, Satine's been threatening me for the past hour, and if I don't get on the other side of that door very, very soon, I'm going to go mad. But then again, if I even dare venture across the threshold, Satine might kill me..."
Maybe happy wasn't quite the word they were looking for. All the same, Harold chuckled at the mental image of Satine strangling Christian.
After receiving a few encouraging pats on the back Christian swayed lightly and sunk to the floor.
"What's wrong?" Toulouse asked.
"So much pain... She's going to kill me. She's going to kill me..." Christian mumbled, his knees tucked under his chin tightly.
"Really?" Harold asked, still amused by the image. "What did she say?"
Christian raised an eyebrow at him. "Something about a knife surrounded by spicy vulgar words."
The hallway was silent for a moment until a loud cry of pain filled their ears. Christian was on his feet immediately, but the bohos held him back.
"The doctor wouldn't be too happy about it. And remember? Angry Satine? With a knife?" Satie told him softly. Christian nodded and sat back down.
"It won't be too long now," a voice said, but he wasn't sure whose.
Suddenly, they heard tiny cries. All eyes were on Christian, whose own were filled with tears.
**Oh Christian! You should see him! He's so beautiful...** Satine's tired voice was in his mind. Obviously, she'd forgotten her violent suggestions momentarily.
A few moments later, the beautiful boy's brother was born, and Christian was allowed to see Satine.
He opened the door cautiously, ready to dodge any objects that may come his way. She was laying on the bed with her eyes closed, looking like a drowning chihuahua stuck in rapids, who was then casually washed onto shore.
She opened one eye when she heard him enter. "You don't look so great yourself."
He laughed, relieved she's regained her good humor.
"Come here," Satine ordered him. "Come see your sons."
He approached quietly and leaned over her. Cradled in the crook of her arm rested two round, pink faces contently sleeping. The most beautiful babies he'd ever seen.
"I'm proud of you," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. He was a father now. This wasn't so bad.
Christian turned at the sound of footsteps, and felt rage begin to boil in the pit of his stomach.
"You! What the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you never to come near Satine again!" he yelled, grabbing the doctor's collar.
"Christian!"
"I can't believe you delivered my children when you almost let their mother kill herself!" he continued, yelling louder and louder.
"Christian stop it!"
He turned his head in Satine's direction.
"It's alright! That wasn't his fault! Now let him go!"
Christian obeyed despite his better judgment. The doctor straightened himself, "I'll leave you two a moment," and left quietly. The twins wailed.
"You woke up the babies," Satine scolded him and proceeded to hush them back to sleep. The crying stopped at once and Christian lay beside Satine, taking a red-headed little one in his arms.
"What do you think this one is? A Jared or an Ian?" he asked, trying to get on her good side again. They'd decided on baby names long ago, but picking which one was which could prove to be a challenge.
"He's Ian. You can see it in his face," she said decisively. "And this one," she continued, holding up the dark-haired baby," is a Jared. Definitely."
Christian scrutinized the two babies' faces with amusement. "If you say so." He looked at them again, and suddenly, what Satine said made sense. Although, of course, he'd never admit it.
Ian and Jared. Their boys. What an adventure this would be...