I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE FOR THE SHORTNESS OF THIS CHAPTER. E/C REUNIONS ARE VERY HARD TO WRITE. AS MUCH AS I'D LOVE TO HAVE CHRISTINE JUST 'FALL INTO ERIK'S ARMS', I'M AFRAID IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY. SOOO...BECAUSE MY MENTAL CAPACITY WOULD HAVE HAD AN EXTREME OVERDOSE IF I TRIED TO WRITE IT ALL AT ONCE, I'M BREAKING IT UP INTO 'MANAGABLE CHUNKS'. THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME, EVERYONE!! I LOVE SUPPORT AND REVIEWS (AND IDEAS...HINTHINT).
Christine felt the urge to cover her eyes. What would she see? What would happen? He could be dying for all she knew, and if he saw her again, it might be just the thing to knock him off the edge.
She inched forward, following Nadir.
"Erik?" Nadir called, "Are you here, Erik?"
"Nadir?"
Christine could hear Erik's voice from the other room,
"What do you mean, a visitor? It couldn't possibly –"
Erik stopped short. "Hello, Christine."
Christine took a step forward, "Hello, Erik."
Nadir coughed. "I'll just leave you two alone, then..."
He backed out of the room.
Erik and Christine didn't even notice.
"Erik –"Christine started.
He put a hand to her lips.
"I don't want to hear it," he said quietly.
Christine sighed. "Are we to sit in silence, then, for the rest of our days? I have things to tell you, and I imagine you have things to tell me, and it can't be good to keep these things bottled up inside us forever!"
"Than sit," Erik gestured, "And explain."
She sat down.
Erik sat down as well.
"Erik..." she took a deep breath, "This may come as a shock to you..."
"I think I can handle it," he said smoothly.
"Charsnotrowson," she said hurridly.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to speak more intelligibly, Christine, if you expect me to understand you."
"Charlsnotraoson."
"Say that again?"
Christine took a deep breath. "CHARLES...IS...NOT...RAOUL'S...SON!" She said loudly.
Then she bit her lip.
"What?!"
"CHARLES IS NOT –"
"I heard you, I heard you."
He sat back in the chair and put a hand to his face.
"Erik..."
"I'm fine, my dear," he said, "It's just somewhat of a shock to find that I...have a son!"
"Yes, Erik." Christine said softly, "You have a son."
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