June 7th 1904
Sleep had a hard time finding Christian, as it had done ever since his return to Britain. He couldn't remember such bad nights since...
His head turned as his door swung slowly open.
She was there. A tall, graceful figure, fiery hair falling around her shoulders, eyes resting lovingly on him, whispering something,
"Papa?"
He blinked and she was gone. In her place, a tiny silhouette against the moonlight.
Christian was alert at once, propping himself up on his elbows,
"What's wrong?"
Marie, trailing a small, well-loved teddy bear padded softly up to the bed, sniffing with distress,
"I had a bad dream."
He pulled back the bed covers and lifted her up. At once she snuggled closer towards him, her thumb instinctively seeking her mouth, and her fingers curling round her nose as Christian tucked her in,
Leaning back against the bed-head he leant over and pulled open the curtains, so clear deep blue light shone in around the room,
"Better?"
Marie nodded and he watched as she struggled to sleep, taking in deep breaths in the after-math of having obviously cried.
Her eyelids dropped slowly every so often, but whenever they closed fully, they would spring open again and she would sniff,
He smiled, and looked down, starting to sing ever so softly,
**
I would die for you,
Lay down my life for you,
The only thing that means everything,
To me,
Cause when you're in my arms,
You make me prouder,
Than anything I ever could achieve,
And you make everything that used to
Seem so big
Seem to be so small since you arrived,
On angels wings, an
Angelical formation
Angels wings like letters in the sky,
Now I know no matter what
The question,
Love is the answer it's written on
Angel's wings
And I often wonder why someone as
Flawed as I
Deserves to be as happy as you make me
So as the years roll by
I'll be there by your side
I'll follow you wherever your heart
Takes me
Cause you make everything that used to
Be so big,
Seem to be so small since you arrived,
Now anyone who's felt the touch of
Heaven in their lives
Will know the way I'm feeling looking in
My baby's eyes
That's why I can't bear to be too
Far away,
I know that God must love me cause he
Sent you to me on angel's wings.
**
Her eyes finally closed, and she slept contentedly by his side.
He stroked a piece of hair off her face and gazed down. She was his last reminder of her.
The most beautiful women he'd ever known had given him her, the most beautiful little girl he'd ever known.
He slid down slightly in bed and turned to look up at the moon.
She was up there somewhere, looking down on them.
He closed his eyes, and for the first time that night, he slept.
Sleep had a hard time finding Christian, as it had done ever since his return to Britain. He couldn't remember such bad nights since...
His head turned as his door swung slowly open.
She was there. A tall, graceful figure, fiery hair falling around her shoulders, eyes resting lovingly on him, whispering something,
"Papa?"
He blinked and she was gone. In her place, a tiny silhouette against the moonlight.
Christian was alert at once, propping himself up on his elbows,
"What's wrong?"
Marie, trailing a small, well-loved teddy bear padded softly up to the bed, sniffing with distress,
"I had a bad dream."
He pulled back the bed covers and lifted her up. At once she snuggled closer towards him, her thumb instinctively seeking her mouth, and her fingers curling round her nose as Christian tucked her in,
Leaning back against the bed-head he leant over and pulled open the curtains, so clear deep blue light shone in around the room,
"Better?"
Marie nodded and he watched as she struggled to sleep, taking in deep breaths in the after-math of having obviously cried.
Her eyelids dropped slowly every so often, but whenever they closed fully, they would spring open again and she would sniff,
He smiled, and looked down, starting to sing ever so softly,
**
I would die for you,
Lay down my life for you,
The only thing that means everything,
To me,
Cause when you're in my arms,
You make me prouder,
Than anything I ever could achieve,
And you make everything that used to
Seem so big
Seem to be so small since you arrived,
On angels wings, an
Angelical formation
Angels wings like letters in the sky,
Now I know no matter what
The question,
Love is the answer it's written on
Angel's wings
And I often wonder why someone as
Flawed as I
Deserves to be as happy as you make me
So as the years roll by
I'll be there by your side
I'll follow you wherever your heart
Takes me
Cause you make everything that used to
Be so big,
Seem to be so small since you arrived,
Now anyone who's felt the touch of
Heaven in their lives
Will know the way I'm feeling looking in
My baby's eyes
That's why I can't bear to be too
Far away,
I know that God must love me cause he
Sent you to me on angel's wings.
**
Her eyes finally closed, and she slept contentedly by his side.
He stroked a piece of hair off her face and gazed down. She was his last reminder of her.
The most beautiful women he'd ever known had given him her, the most beautiful little girl he'd ever known.
He slid down slightly in bed and turned to look up at the moon.
She was up there somewhere, looking down on them.
He closed his eyes, and for the first time that night, he slept.
