Chapter 3: Good Morning

A/N: I'm going to do a bunch of small chapters so if you hate me I can understand, but I like this way better. That's all I'll be quiet now. **************************************************************************** ********

When Christian awoke he smelled bacon and eggs. It was Toulouse cooking for three people. So the Argenetean was joining them for breakfast, big deal. After getting dressed and washing Christian came to the dining room.

"Good Morning Toulouse. You wouldn't believe the dream I had. It..."

"Good Morning, Mr. Christian, uh sir." It wasn't a dream she was real. She was his sweet little angel that helped ease the pain of Satine's death. She was his Hope. (Please excuse the pun.) After a few minutes of silence Toulouse reminded him of what he was saying.

"Oh, the dream..." said Christian coming back to the present time. "It was nothing. And Hope please call me dad."

"Really? Oh thank you Daddy!" said Hope running over to hug him. She was so sweet like no one ever cared for her. No, that can't be true. He had to know though. Today he would ask her his questions and hopefully get some answers.

"Toulouse would you mind if Hope and I had breakfast alone today?" asked Christian hating the fact that he was sending his friend away.

"All right Christian. I'll leave," said Toulouse getting up from the table. Christian wanted to leave with Toulouse but some strange force was keeping him there. He was stuck he couldn't move. What did this child have that kept him frozen in his tracks in his words that had once flown out of his mouth like water from a river. He knew what it was it was the Satine look. He had to know as much as it would hurt he had to know. Please Review