Nine

Encore!


Christine smiled as she made her way off the stage and into the wings, she greeted several patrons there, and also the managers, and then after receiving their flowers she headed to her dressing room.

She changed quickly, and turned to grab a brush. Her eyes caught and held her mirror. She took up the brush and moved to it, placing her cheek against the cool glass. She had never really noticed it in the past three years since she had last vanished through it. And it felt like she had ignored a dear friend.

Reaching up she found and flipped the switch, pressing the glass and then waiting as the counterweights worked. She then stepped through, and closed it behind her.

She found her way to the lake, poling herself across absentmindedly. She docked it and then made her way to his old home, where she admitted herself.

Everything was covered with dust, and there were several rats nests all throughout. It caused her slight pain to see his once grand furnishings in such a state. She ran her fingers of the key-cover of the piano as she moved through the house. She found the panel that led to her room, and she pressed it open, a gasp of surprise ensued.

Her things were as she had left them, not a speck of dust, not a trace of vermin. Her bed linens were clean, and smelled as if they had just been washed. He had taken such care to preserve her room and had basically let the rest of his home rot away!

An idea came to mind, and she made her way back out, sure to close any doors she had opened. She rowed herself back across the lake, docking the boat once again and navigating the passage to her mirror. She made her way back in, and just as she closed the mirror there was a knock at the door.

"Yes?" She asked, loving every moment of authority she could have.

"It's your loving husband, Madame."

She laughed like a girl and ran to the door, flinging it open and pulling him inside, barely allowing him to close the door before she wrapped her arms around him and gave him her kiss. He laughed.

"To what do I owe this honor?"

"Erik, we should bring them to the new house. Your old furnishings. We should take them, clean them up and bring them home."

"This is all very good and well, darling, but what of your old things?"

She smiled all the more brightly. "We can save them for Felicity. The bed and all."

He was expressionless for some time, then slowly, he smiled at her. "I married a genius."

She laughed and kissed him delicately. "I know."

"We have but one problem, Mme."

"Hmmmm?"

"What if the other children grow jealous?"

Christine, thinking it was a joke chuckled and her eyes danced at his warm expression. But she soon realized he was serious and shook her head. "Erik, you know I may not be able to..."

"Shhhh, no more of that. There is still a chance, but you mustn't jinx it, my love. Unless of course," he paused. "you don't want to have any more."

"Darling, you know I do. I'm only trying to be realistic. God, I would love to have more, Felicity is amazing! I mean to think something so magnificent and wonderful could be created so simply."

He grinned. "And what, my dear, is so simple about the process?"

She laughed. "This is hardly something adults would talk about."

"Oh, but mon ange must I remind you that we are no normal adults. And besides," he nibbled her earlobe playfully. "You know I love it when you talk naughty."

She laughed loudly at this, gently shoving him away and getting her things together. "Come on, you bad man. You need to be punished."


Christine sighed as she watched her now five year old daughter rip open a package. It was a highly celebrated day every year, a day neither Christine nor Erik took for granted, for they knew they were lucky to be celebrating the birthday of their daughter. Felicity lifted a silver rattle from the cardboard box.

Felicity looked at her mother perplexed, looking at the toy then back to her mother. "Momma, what can I do with this?"

Christine smiled radiantly. "Well dear, you have been asking for something for a few months now."

Felicity grinned from ear to ear. "A little brother or sister? Oh where are they Momma!"

Christine motioned for her to come sit on her lap and she took her hand, pressing it to her belly. "Right here, honey." She smiled to herself, letting go of Felicity's hand, which stayed in place. "Right here."

Felicity shifted on her lap and looked up into her mother's face. "Does Daddy know?"

"Not yet punkin, I'll tell him tonight so shhhh." Christine held her finger to her lips and Felicity giggled, nodded ans kissed her cheek. She skipped away then, and Christine stood, sighing heavily she went about to continue to make things ready. The sound of the door opening greeted her senses and she ran to the foyer, as giddy as a child, her eyes bright and wide, her heart skipping a beat, her teeth showing in her radiant smile.

She leapt into his arms, spreading kisses over his face and listening to his deep laughter. She felt his lips press her cheek, forehead, and throat. She looked down into his bright face, then pressed her lips to his. He smiled against her, slowly bringing her down until her feet touched the floor, but he never allowed the contact to break.

He pictured the moment as she held him, she had run to him, looking exactly like an angel. Her hair had flown around her, her dress clung to her form and she had smiled at him with such a happiness! He had seen that happiness twice before.

"Christine," he whispered. "are you... Pregnant?"

Frozen she silently thanked God for blessing her with him. He had such an intuition, he knew everything about her, and every expression and it's meaning. She smiled, blushing softly. "You got me."

His smile brightened and he swept her up again, thanking God for blessing him with this woman who had born so much more than children. She bore his troubles, his triumphs, his let-downs, and because of it she reciprocated his great love for her. She was an Angel, sent to him to show him that life is possibly happy.

"What shall we call our child, Erik?" She whispered, nuzzling his cheek.

"Angel." He whispered. "No other name would do."

She smiled. "All right, Angel it is."


Finis


Ok, thats all for Ange`'s. If you wanna see a sequel, lemme know, ok? Ok!