Love Knows No Limits Chapter Ten
At Last (Same night as previous chapter)
A/N. Drinking Cherry Coke, with absolutely nothing to do, what better time to write an LKNL chappie?
Erik watched silently as Christine finished cleaning dishes, her agile hands moved to a dish towel, and a soft hum came from her lips. She slid out of her apron and sighed, setting it on it's hook, then moving past him to the parlor to stir the fire. He watched her shoulders move as she did so, and when she turned back and looked at him, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed, he could not help but smile drunkenly.
She sighed again and shook her head. "I cannot see how you are so calm!"
He shrugged and stood, making his way to wrap her in his arms. "And I cannot see why you are so tense. Everything is all right Christine, what will he do?"
Her brow furrowed. "That's why I'm worried, you can never be sure."
Erik shook his head and laughed in amusement. "Darling, we've seen what the fop can accomplish, I am hardly worried, if he gets anything done it's because of his 'connections'."
Christine pouted. "But Erik..."
"No more 'buts', I told you, I vowed to love and cherish you, and I will. Christine, I don't know about you, but I hardly think that the right environment to bring this child into is one of paranoia, guilt and no trust."
She hung her head. "No, it isn't. I'm sorry Erik."
He shook his head and brought her to his chest. "Tshhh, it is all right. I was merely stating a fact. Christine my love, this is more than a child, this is us. It's a symbol of how we are not only husband and wife, but friends, teachers, and students to one another. Perhaps it is not so much to you, but for me this is something I have wanted for so long, and at last, I can have it. This is the most precious gift you could ever give me."
She felt an odd pang of pity hammer through her core, and she nuzzled closer to him. "It's just as important to me, my love. I'm healing your wounds, and my own through this child which you have given me. I thought when I was with Raoul that I would never carry such special fruit in my womb, but I have, and it is all because you love me, at last I am anything but ordinary."
His emotion swelled to such a length at this that he gathered her to him and just wept into her hair for a very long time.
"Oh! That in my dreams you loved me as you say you do, and now I am awake and it is still so! Christine, Christine, Christine! You are and angel sent from God to turn a poor, ugly man into a happy normal gentleman! Christine, Christine!"
And she wept against him, unable to speak, feeling his arms around her, hearing his praises, all thoughts of Raoul had passed, and now she had only to hold this man whom she was destined to love to a point where her love tore her apart.
This man which had given her this precious new baby that invaded her thoughts and dreams now, this child, which would seal his lie and make him ready for the grave*! Oh to feel so strongly for one human and then feel another grow inside you, though the fetus did not yet move. A spirit of love and joy swelled within her only at the thought of motherhood, and though she was young she felt entirely ready for this new task.
Erik cleared his throat and parted from her, just slightly. He withdrew his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face, then offered it to her. She nodded her thanks and wiped away her own tears, sighing. Erik replaced the handkerchief in his breast pocket, then lead his wife to the Library Music Room. He sat at the piano and began to play, she listened intently, for this was a song she had not heard before.
O lovely rose,
Lovely rose.
Where does your beauty begin?
Does it rise from the earth where your roots have grown;
Does it fall from the sun whose light has shone
Upon you, upon you
O lovely rose,
Lovely rose
Where does your beauty begin?
When I first passed by you,
Not a single flower stood.
No flower stood.
Just branches clothed in rugged thorns on rough,
And bended wood.
But somewhere there must have been a tender bud or two.
Your promised beauty waiting there,
Waiting there to bloom.
O lovely rose,
Lovely rose.
Where does your beauty begin?
Does it rise from the earth where your roots have grown;
Does it fall from the sun whose light has shone
Upon you, upon you
O lovely rose,
Lovely rose
Your beauty lives deep within.
O lovely rose,
Lovely rose.
Your beauty lives... Deep within.
O lovely rose.
His voice faded off and she sighed, sitting next to him and wrapping her arms around him. "Must you spoil me?"
He laughed very softly and kissed her forehead. "No, my rose. But I may certainly choose to, eh?"
She smiled and nodded. "I suppose so, for now."
Hope it isn't too sappy, if it is, it's the Cherry Coke, man! O Lovely Rose is not written by moi, I need to go find the writer, I wrote that from memory.