A/N: ok chapter 3. There is alot to take in, you learn a little about Christian's past. Hope you like it and REVIEW!
I dont own Christian or Satine...they belong to Baz.
Chapter 3.
When Satine awoke it was more to her liking than before. She was still wrapped in Christian's arms. She glanced up at Christian who was awake. She had a feeling he hadn't slept at all while she had. He had a distant look on his face like he was thinking.
Satine Just sat there for a few min watching him. He looked so stressed, they had been though a lot the past few months, and it wasn't going to get better soon.
"What are you thinking about?" she finally asks, reaching up and stroking his face.
Christian kind of jumped at the sudden movement. He still thought she was asleep.
"You and how much I love you." He said kissing her forehead. It wasn't a total lie. She was what he was thinking of. He was thinking about what to do to get her better.
"Liar" she said looking at him, she could tell something was bothering him. "Something is bothering you. I can tell, what is it?" she asked sitting up.
"I can't keep anything from you, can I?" Christian asked as he sat up as well.
"I guess not" Satine replied leaning against the wall.
"I love you" Christian said as he kissed her.
Satine reluctantly pulled out of the kiss. "I love you to, but Chris, what's the matter?"
Christian sighed. He would have to tell her. She had the right to know.
"I don't know what to do," he said finally. "I don't know where to take you. How are we going to fight this Satine?" he said stressed.
Satine felt so bad for him. He doesn't deserve to go through this. She doesn't deserve him. "Oh baby, I dunno, we will figure something out. I promise." She said pulling him back so his back was leaning against her chest.
"I have thought though this so many times. And I always end up with the same conclusion." He said while taking Satine's hands in his and he intertwined their fingers. "My Father." He finally spat out bitterly.
"What about your father?" Satine asked. She had never heard Christian speak of him before.
"He's.... He is a doctor. One of the best in England." Christian told her.
"Well that's wonderful Chris! He can help us." Satine explained.
"No" Christian said.
"No?" Satine asked, she didn't understand.
"I will not go to my father, for help. He would even help if I did ask."
"What! Why?! You're his son!" Satine told him.
"He doesn't think so any more." Christian said. "When I left to come to Paris, he disowned me, never wanted to see me again. You know the last thing he said to me?" Christian asked. Satine shook her head. "He said I am no longer his son."
Satine turned him around and looked into his eyes, where tears were starting to form.
"Chris, why would he do that? You're so perfect. Sweet, caring, handsome and talented. Why would someone disown their perfect son?" Satine asked while wiping away his tears with her thumb.
"I think it was the talent," Christina said looking up at Satine. "Come here, get comfy, this might take a while." He said sitting up and next to Satine. She scooted over and laid her head on his shoulder. "Comfy?" he asked. She nodded.
"Ok, I have always loved writing. Ever since I was little. I would write stories and read them to my mother. Every night she would take some time before bed and she would listen to me read my new chapters and stores. She encouraged me to write. Bought me that for my 13th Birthday" Christian said pointing to the typewriter sitting on the desk.
"My father hated it. Said I should spend my time doing something more useful. Like studying medicine. See he wanted me to take over the family practice. But he put up with my 'childish' writing as a favor for my mother. He would still complain, especially when I got older. Wanted me to study medicine. I wouldn't. I didn't want to b a doctor. It wasn't my passion like it was for him. Writing was and is my passion. So he put up with it. Until my mother died.... I was 19. She got really sick and died giving birth. The baby didn't make it either. My father was angry he couldn't save her. And I was devastated." Christian paused for a second and took a breath before continuing on with his story.
"Other than my younger brother, my mother was the only one I got along with. My father took his anger out on me. Pushed me harder, tried to make me go to medical school. Told me writing would get me nowhere. I put up with it for a year. Until I couldn't anymore. I told him I was leaving. I couldn't stand him pushing me anymore. Told him I was going to Paris. He said I would waste my time with a..." he paused, he wouldn't do that to Satine. "He said I would waste my life. I didn't care. I wanted to get away. To write, join the bohemian revolution. Write in what I believed in: Truth, beauty, freedom and love. He told me that if I didn't stay and help him that he would disown me. I chose to leave, to come to Paris. So I did. I left my father, older brother and younger brother. Adam, the younger one protested. He didn't want me to go. But I told him I had to and he finally gave up on trying to get me to stay. So I left. As I walked out the door my father said I was no longer his son." Christian finished.
"Oh Christian, I'm so sorry." Satine said hugging him close.
"I'm not. If I had stayed I would have never met you. I would rather have the love of my life than my father." Christian said looking at satine, who was starting to cry. He leaned in a kissed her, tasting the salty tears as they fell on her lips.
"I love you Christian" Satine said through her tears only a couple of inches from his face.
"I love you to." Christian said wiping away the tears in her eyes. "But you see, I'm not going to him. He wouldn't even help me if I asked."
"Chris, I don't know your father, but you're his son, even if he says your not. It may seem like he hates you. But a father loves his children no matter what. Its part of his job as a father, he just wanted the best for you. I'm not going to push you to go to him. I know you will do what you know is right in your heart." Satine said kissing him on the cheek.
"I just don't know. He is one of the best but I don't know if I could face him."
"Just do what you know is right. I trust you Chris." Satine said just as her stomach growled loudly. All she had eaten all day is a roll.
Christian heard her stomach growl and was getting hungry himself. "Lets forget about this for now and get some lunch." He said kissing her forehead and getting up off the bed.
"Ok." She said getting up and going into the small bathroom in their room. Satine knew he wouldn't forget about it. But she wouldn't push him. She knew he would make the right decision. And she was eager to meet Christian's family.
As Christian got ready he couldn't forget this. He kept thinking. One of the last things he wanted to do was go back to his father and ask him for help. But jut at that moment the promise he made to himself the night before popped into his mind. He would do anything to keep her safe. If that meant going to his father for help, then so be it.