Chapter 3 –

Disclaimer – I don't own Satine, Christian, Olivier... everything Moulin Rouge-ish belongs to O Great Baz. I made up the names of Christian's family, his mother, sisters and brother. I don't own his father as well.

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Christian woke up the next morning to Satine singing in the kitchen. He smiled into the pillow he had shared with Satine the night before. Christian's head was swimming with the recent events. He had Satine back! Christian's chest swelled with the thought of that. And he had a child... the most amazing child ever. Olivier was bright, smart. Christian was surprised at how much Olivier looked like him. He had his mother's personality and sense of humor.

Christian looked up and saw Olivier fast asleep on his bed, his small arms clutching on to his stuffed elephant. He chuckled as he stood up and walked to the door. And elephant; how appropriate, he thought.

"Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide," Satine sang as she washed a bowl in the sink.

"But I love you..." Christian wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

Satine turned around and faced Christian, a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. "Until the end of time..."

"Why are you crying?" he whispered, wiping away the tears that were falling down Satine's cheek.

"It's just... now that you're back," she said quietly. "It's amazing how I've lived without you."

"You've had Olivier," Christian pointed out.

Satine grinned. "He's amazing, isn't he?"

Christian nodded. "Yes, he is." He turned around, feeling someone poke his back.

"Good morning," Olivier said sleepily.

Christian reached down and picked Olivier up. "Good morning. How did you sleep, Olivier?"

He shrugged, rubbing his eyes. "Okay, I guess. You and Mummy sure stayed up late."

"Well, Daddy and I had lots to talk about," Satine said.

"Mummy, I'm hungry," Olivier said.

"Alright, just a moment then," Satine turned around to the counter and got a bowl out of the cabinet.

Christian set Olivier down and he rushed over and sat down at the table. "I didn't know you could cook," Christian said, sounding amused as he sat across from Olivier and the table.

"Neither did I," Satine laughed. "Marie insisted that she come up with us and help us get settled. My, she taught me all there was to know about cooking." She smiled to herself as she set a bowl of oatmeal in front of Olivier.

"That reminds me..." Christian said slowly. "Satine, you heard that Toulouse has died, didn't you?"

Satine bowed her head. "Yes, I did hear. It was in the paper."

"Yes, it was," Christian nodded.

"I kept the article," Satine said, walking over to a dresser in the corner of the room. She opened up a drawer and pulled out an old, yellowed piece of paper. She handed it to Christian. The article had a picture of Toulouse on it, next to a print of the poster Toulouse had painted for Spectacular Spectacular.

"Mummy! That's you!" Olivier cried, pointing at the newspaper.

"No, it's not," Satine laughed nervously. "Why would you think that?"

"Because it looks like you!"

Satine put the article back in the drawer and walked over to the window. Christian stood up and walked slowly over to Satine.

"What's wrong?" he asked, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Nothing," she whispered, shaking her head.

"Yes, there is," Christian said. "What is it."

Satine sighed. "It's just that… I'm afraid that Olivier is going to find out who I was," she said under her breath.

"Well, he is going to find out sooner or later," he said.

"Yes, but he's six! Just think, having to grow up, knowing his mother was a…" She turned her head away from Christian.

Christian kissed her forehead, not sure what to say. "Don't worry."

"You know, Mummy never told me you had a beard, Daddy," Olivier said, eating his oatmeal.

Satine turned around, and raised her eyebrow at Christian. "I didn't know Daddy had a beard."

"Well, I have been a mess these last five years," Christian muttered.

"Six!" Olivier said impatiently. "I'm six!"

He chuckled. "Yes, you are."

"Christian!" Satine suddenly cried, covering her mouth with hand. "Where's your typewriter!"

"You have a typewriter!" Olivier squealed. "Wow!"

"Where is it?" Satine asked, looking worried. "What did you do with it?"

"It's at my father's house," Christian said. "That's where all my things are and where I've been staying."

"Oh, I forgot your family lived here," Satine said.

Christian nodded.

"Daddy, do you have a daddy?" Olivier asked.

He nodded. "Unfortunately," he muttered under his breath.

"Then I have a grandpa!" Olivier shrieked. He turned to his mother. "You told me that I didn't have a grandpa!"

"Well, that was before Daddy got here. Because I don't have a father," Satine explained.

"Oh..." Olivier said, plainly not understanding.

"You know," Christian said, a smile forming on his face. "Victoria would just love you, Olivier."

"Who's that?" Olivier asked.

"She's my sister," Christian said. "Your aunt." He laughed. "She will be thrilled, Aunt Victoria."

"Can we go visit her?" Olivier asked excitedly, his half-finished oatmeal forgotten.

"If your mother doesn't mind."

"Mummy, mummy, mummy!" In a flash, Olivier ran over to Satine and started jumping up and down. "Please can we go? Please?"

"Father's not here," he mouthed to Satine behind Olivier's back.

Satine sighed. "It's fine with me."

"Yay!" Olivier squealed. "When are we going to go?"

Christian shrugged. "When do you want to go?" he asked Satine.

She smiled. "We can leave right now, if it's alright with you."

"But is it too early?" Christian checked his watch. "Oh, wow, it's 11:30. Yes, it would be fine to go now."

"Let's go! Let's go!" Olivier shrieked.

"Wait!" Satine laughed. "We're all in our pajamas! Shoo, go get dressed!"

~*~

"Is that your house, Daddy?"

"No."

"Daddy, is that one your house?"

"No, Olivier."

"What about that one?"

Christian looked up at Olivier, who was sitting on his shoulders, his eyes wide with excitement. "Olivier, I'll tell you when we reach the house."

"Okay," he said.

"Olivier," Satine said. "I think you better get down. I don't want you to hurt Daddy!"

"Awww, Daddy!" Olivier whined. "Do I have to?"

Christian smiled. "No, you're fine."

"Are you sure, Christian?" Satine said worriedly. "He isn't hurting you?"

"No, he's just popping a few bones out of place," Christian said with a wink.

Satine laughed as she patted Olivier's leg.

Christian looked at Satine out of the corner of his eye. She left her beautiful hair flowing down her back and she was wearing the silk kimono she wore so many times at Christian's garret. Satine was extremely nervous to be meeting Christian's family, but he thought it helped that his father wasn't going to be there. She knew that he had been strongly against the idea of Christian going to Montmartre and mostly wouldn't like it at all that he had fallen in love with one of the courtesans there. Christian reached over and squeezed Satine's hand. "You are so beautiful."

Satine looked up and smiled at him. "Do you think you're family will like me?"

"Like you?" Christian exclaimed. "They'll love you!"

Satine blushed. "You think so?"

Christian nodded. "Yes, of course! Are you up to staying overnight? You know, Mother is going to offer."

She giggled. "Oh, that would be fine."

"Daddy!" Olivier burst out. "Is that your house?"

Christian laughed. "Yes, Olivier, that's it!"

Olivier's eyes widened as he saw the huge white house up on the hill. Behind it, there were many acres of rolling, green hills. "It's so big!"

Christian reached up and took Olivier off his shoulders to let him run to the white picket fence surrounding the house.

"Can we go in?" Olivier asked.

Christian and Satine laughed. "Well, of course!" Satine said. "But stay with me, Olivier." She held out her hand and Olivier ran over and let her lead him to the house.

"Hello?" Christian called once they got into the house. The room they had entered immediately opened up to a flight of stairs and there was a small sitting area to their left. A closet was to their left.

"Christian's back!" A voice called from up the stairs.

"That's Victoria," Christian said with a grin.

"Christian!" A girl began to run down the stairs. Satine couldn't quite see her face yet. "You didn't come home last night! You had us all worried -" She stopped in her tracks as she reached the bottom of the stairs and noticed Satine and Olivier. "Oh my!"

"Victoria," Christian said, unable to contain the grin that was forming on his face. "This is Satine and…" He took Olivier by the hand and brought him out from behind Satine. "This is Olivier, my son."

Victoria had brown hair, braided loosely at the nape of her neck. Her brown eyes were wide, as she looked Olivier and Satine over. "Your - Your son!"

Christian nodded, his green eyes sparkling.

"I'm an aunt!" She shrieked. "Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!" She ran over and wrapped her arms around Christian's neck. "I can't believe this!" Victoria turned around to Satine. "And you're Satine! Oh, my! You won't believe how much Christian has talked about you!" She started to laugh.

Satine smiled "I've heard good things about you, as well."

Victoria began to blush. "You know, you're even more beautiful than I imagined!"

Satine grinned. "Thank you."

"And look! It's my nephew!" Victoria squealed.

"I told you!" Christian mouthed to Satine as Victoria leaned down to look at Olivier.

"What's your name?" Victoria asked Olivier.

"Olivier," he said quietly.

"Olivier!" she shrieked. "It's beautiful!" She turned to Christian. "Christian, he looks just like you! Isn't that amazing?" She started to laugh. "Oh, Olivier, I'm probably starting to scare you, aren't I? Come on!" She took Olivier's hand and began to lead him upstairs. "You have to meet the rest of the family!"

Christian squeezed Satine's hand as they walked up the stairs behind Victoria and Olivier and gave her a reassuring smile. "Now, Father and Frederick aren't here, but my mother, Elizabeth and Samantha are upstairs," he whispered.

"Mother! Sam! Look who's here!" Victoria exclaimed as they walked into the first room on their right in the hallway.

"My, who's this?" said a woman sitting in a chair next to a large window. Her gray hair was pulled up away from her face, making it looked pinched, but her blue eyes were soft and welcoming. Satine realized this must be Elizabeth and the girl standing in front of her who was about the age of ten must be Samantha. She had brilliant blonde hair that was falling out of the ribbon that was holding it up. Her stockings were incredibly muddy and from the way it looked, she was most likely getting a scolding because of it.

"Christian! You're back!" She exclaimed, running to Christian and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Hello, Samantha," he said. "Goodness, what have you gotten in to?"

Elizabeth sighed. "Once again, Samantha has gotten into the mud by the creek."

"That's my girl," Christian said with a smile, ruffling Samantha's blonde hair.

"Now, who is this you have brought over?" The woman asked again.

Christian grinned. "Mother, Samantha, this is Satine and my son, Olivier."

"Ah, so this is Satine," Christian's mother said with a smile that matched her warm eyes, adjusting her glasses onto her nose as she looked at Satine. "Are you two married?"

"Not yet," Christian said, putting his hand on Satine's waist and pulling her closer. Satine blushed furiously.

"Now, you never told me about Olivier!" His mother said.

Olivier escaped from Victoria's tight grasp and ran to his mother. Victoria began to giggle madly. "We're aunts!" she exclaimed, running over to Samantha.

Samantha's jaw dropped. "An aunt? But I'm only ten!"

"So!" Victoria cried. "You're brother has a son, doesn't he?"

"You girls need to remember," Elizabeth said with a smile. "I'm a grandmother!"

Samantha began to giggle along with Victoria. "He's so cute!"

Olivier buried his face in Satine's dress.

"Girls," Elizabeth threw them a stern look. "You're scaring the poor boy." She smiled at Olivier who had looked up from his mother's dress. "Now, Olivier, can you let your grandmother get a better look at you?"

Olivier looked down at his feet. "Come on, Olivier," Satine said gently, taking his shoulder and walking towards Elizabeth.

"My, what a handsome young man you are!" Elizabeth said with a grin.

Olivier blushed. "Thank you, Ma'am," he muttered.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Six, Ma'am," he said, holding up six little fingers.

Elizabeth looked up at Satine and smiled. "Satine! I've heard so much about you! Christian said you were beautiful, but my!"

"Thank you, Mrs. James," Satine said politely.

Elizabeth stood up from her seat. "Are you three planning on spending the night? You know you all are welcome!"

~*~

Two hours later, as Satine looked around the room, she couldn't help but smile. She had never met a family like the James'. They were so close and alive with excitement, every one of them. But from what she had heard about Christian's father and older brother, they most likely weren't like that. Olivier was on the floor putting together a puzzle with Samantha while she had tea with Elizabeth, Victoria and Christian.

"Victoria, Christian told me that you're training to be a nurse," Satine said. "Are you enjoying that?"

"Oh, yes, very much," Victoria nodded. "I've learned so much these last few years. It's been so much fun!"

"Mummy!" Olivier jumped up from the floor and ran over to Satine, clutching the finished puzzle in his hand. "Look at the puzzle, it's done!"

"My, that looks nice, Olivier," Satine commented.

"Daddy," he whispered somewhat loudly in his ear. "You told me you would show me your typewriter!"

"Ah, that's right," Christian said, standing up from his seat. He took Olivier's hand. "Then let's go! We'll be down in my room," he said as he walked out of the room with Olivier.

"I like Samantha," Olivier said excitedly as they walked down the hall. "She's very nice and has pretty hair. Victoria is kind of weird, though."

Christian laughed. "She means well, Olivier. She means well. What do you think about your grandmother?"

Olivier thought for a moment. "She's nice. And she thinks I'm handsome!" He said proudly.

"Well, you are!" Christian said. "When you're older, the girls will be falling all over you, Olivier."

"Ewww..." he cried. "That's so gross, Daddy!"

Christian laughed. "Okay, here's my room." He opened a door at the end of the hall.

"There's your typewriter!" Olivier exclaimed. "Can we type something?"

"Sure," Christian said. He sat down at his desk and let Olivier crawl into his lap. "What do you want to type?"

"Hmm," Oliver thought hard. "Let's make something for Mummy!"

"Okay, what do you want to say?" Christian asked.

"Mummy is...nice," he said after a moment.

Christian chuckled. "Alright, that sounds great. What does Mummy start with?"

"M!" Olivier exclaimed, searching for the M key on the typewriter. "Uh-oh!" he said once he had punched the button. "It's not big!"

"Okay, I'll press down this button here while you press the M key," Christian explained. "Then it will be capitalized."

"Okay," Oliver said. "There we go!"

"Yeah! Now what comes after M?" Christian asked.

"Umm…U?" he asked.

"Yep, that's right," Christian said.

"Make sure you're pressing down that key!"

"No, we don't need to know," Christian said. "The U doesn't need –" He turned around in his seat as a shadow filled the room. "Father!"

There was his father, Jonathan standing in the doorway. His cold, gray eyes looked down at Christian.

"I thought you were at the Smith's. What are you doing home early?" Christian asked as he picked Olivier up off his lap and held him close.

"Edward came down with a cold," he said shortly. His eyes moved to Olivier who was clutching onto Christian. "Who's this?"

Christian swallowed hard. "This is my son, Father. My son, Olivier."

Jonathan looked back up, his eyes boring into Christian's. "You disgust me," he spat before turning and walking down the hallway.