"Aurelia Myra Desslar, come back here!"
"Catch, catch!"
Paris stood watching as her three year old daughter ran around the back yard with her father chasing after her. With a squeal of delight Aurelia was scooped up into Erik's arms and spun around in a circle. Paris laughed as Erik tossed his daughter over his shoulder and strode back towards the house.
"You're spoiling her, Erik," Paris smiled with a shake of her head.
"And I'll spoil the next one just as much," Erik grinned as he kissed Paris and placed his free hand upon Paris' stomach which was swelling with child.
"Baby?" Aurelia asked when Erik swung her off his shoulder and held her against his hip.
"Yes, Aurelia, a baby. You're going to be a big sister soon," Paris smiled as she brushed Aurelia's black hair out of her big grey-blue eyes that had the same golden swirls as Erik's.
Aurelia squealed with laughter and clapped her hands. Erik set his daughter down and told her to go wash up for lunch. He then turned to his wife and pulled her to him for a deep kiss. A sudden jab at his stomach caused Erik to pull away and glance down. Paris laughed as the baby kicked again.
"I think this is a boy. Aurelia never kicked this much."
"Maybe it's just a really impatient girl like her mother," Erik teased.
Paris frowned and glared at Erik. "Watch yourself, Monsieur Desslar. I still remember some of the things I threatened during Aurelia's birth and I'm not afraid to make them come about this time. You're lucky there's even another kid inside me."
"You make many threats that you never mean, mon amour and you'll continue to make them until we are old and grey and the only threat you'll ever make will be to whack me with your cane. Of course that's assuming you will even be able to whack me with it when you'll need it to stand."
Paris eyed Erik before replying. "I won't need to get up to whack you. We'll both be bed ridden and you'll be right there next to me where I can always keep an eye on you."
Erik laughed and pulled Paris towards him for another heated kiss. "I think I'd rather be bedridden with you when we're old and grey. That way I'll always know where you are and I can hold you just like this. I will die with you in my arms; you can count on that, mon petite."
"That really doesn't sound as beautiful as it does in the books when you say it out loud and really mean it. It sounds rather morbid and scary. I'll just have to die before you then. That way I won't know if you die with me in your arms or not," Paris grinned as she slid a hand behind Erik's head to tangle her fingers in his hair that was tied at his neck.
"I guess we'll just have to die together. Otherwise, we'll both try to die first so that neither of us knows who died in whose arms," Erik compromised.
"I guess so," Paris murmured against Erik's lips as she brought his head down for another kiss.
"Ewww kisses!" Aurelia's childish cries of disgust drifted over to Erik and Paris causing them to laugh and turn to their daughter.
"Are you all washed up?" Erik asked scooping Aurelia up into his arms when she ran to him.
"Yes, Papa, see?" Aurelia held her chubby little hands out for her father's inspection.
"Indeed they are. Come let's get inside and feed you, mon petite trésor," Erik smiled.
Erik entered the house with Aurelia in his arms. Paris followed behind at a slower pace. Suddenly she froze and glanced down at her feet.
"Erik!"
"What, what's wrong?" Erik asked sticking his head back out the door.
"My water just broke. I need the doctor."
A/N: Well, it's done. I just wish to thank everyone who has reviewed and stuck til the very end. I'll try to work on another one over my summer break and hopefully it will be done by the time I get back to school so that I can upload it. Celticreeder.