Wow. I LIKED my first review so much; I'm going to write a second chapter right off the bat. Fondest greetings to you all! Thank you, I Despise Raoul, for your amusing review. " Third Erik pokes 2nd with stick" loved it! This is before the baby was born, in case you are wondering. Careful! I should rate this M for, erm, and adult content. If you didn't know that babies came from such situations as the one that follows, you should consult you parents, a clergy member, or a dirty Internet site. Just kidding about the last one.
Ch. 2: What to Expect when Expecting
Christine lay, sick and miserable, under her eiderdown quilt, her pillow nearly stifling. Raoul was rushing around in a mad frenzy, packing his thins and kissing her every chance possible. The Arctic Expedition had been called back on, and he was bound to a contract. The French Navy had come knocking at his door just a week ago, announcing the soon departure. She had to admit, he looked very handsome in his tri corner hat.
" Christine, you realize that I'll be gone for two years?" Raoul had repeated this statement for the umpteenth time this week. " That we will be parted for two years? Oh, God, I don't know if I can do this." Christine had hugged him each time, reassuring him that their love would only grow stronger by distance. The wedding would have to be put off for two years. " Christine, would you hand me those breeches? The green ones?" She handed him the suggested item. " I will write you every day… Christine, are you all right? You look ill." Raoul fussed over her like a mother hen. She tried her hardest to keep her nausea down until his cab was gone. Of course she would miss him dearly, but she had to have him gone, and soon.
A bell sounded outside, and Raoul jumped. His trunks were near the door, neatly packed, but he was not prepared to leave his lover. " Dear! You cab is here!" She called into his parlor in a croaky voice. He rushed to embrace her, crushing her ribs in a bear hug. " Oh, how I shall miss you! I will write you every day…. Even twice a day!" He was making silent curses and loud oaths as the cabbie hauled his luggage to the carriage. Christine forced a few tears, and her willingly wiped them from her ivory cheeks. " I love you, Christine." He murmured as he climbed into the cab. " I love you, too." She could feel the hot flush of sickness rush through her body. She watched until his cab was out of sight, but then sprinted back into the house and was violently sick in the bathtub.
The woman weakly wiped her mouth. What was going on? She placed her hands on her stomach, uncertain. I have been having cramps for weeks now, she thought as she fought off another wave of queasiness, and the morning sickness has been perfectly awful.
For a moment, she was motionless. Then, as if some light had flicked on in her head, she let out a yelp. I'm pregnant! She screamed silently. The room seemed to sway dangerously. Oh, unhappy girl! How she cried! Usually, when women discover that they are expecting, they are joyful. She felt nothing but utter mortification. I'm pregnant! The thought just seemed to be very wrong, floating through the innocent, twenty year-old mind of Christine Daae. If society were to find out, they would forever scorn her. Raoul would die of heartbreak. Her child would be forever ridiculed as a monster and a bastard.
" Oh, dearest lord. Suppose my baby carries the face of Him?" She thought that she would surely faint. As the day drifted by, she lay on the bathroom floor, lost in thought.
It had been a dark, stormy day. Christine had wandered down to the lake, calling the name of her teacher. " Erik!" the name echoed in the labyrinth. A hand was placed gently on her shoulder. She had turned around slowly, savoring the mystery. His dark eyes had burned with a passion that she had never seen before. As if by hypnosis, she forgot all of her misgivings about him and drew him close. All thoughts of Raoul were scattered across the floor like marbles. He had seemed surprised at her advances, but returned the fervor in her kisses. She new that he had dreamed about this for years.
Weeks later, when she found herself pregnant, Christine would have said that it were pure lust. Pure lust that had gotten them across the inky black lake as fast as it did. Pure lust that had driven them past the organ, the candlebras, and the mannequin of Christine. They had dropped to the floor on a bearskin rug, Erik's mask flung to the side. Christine cared not. A tear came to her eye as the strap of her dress came slowly sliding down her shoulder. Erik wiped it away, running his gloved hand up her back. They were alone in the world, as far as any of them were concerned. Then, caught in a tremulous ecstasy, they extinguished the candles hurriedly and let their passions roam freeing that hot, heavy darkness.
A/N: Do I seriously have to continue? Come on, you are big boys and girls! Use your imaginations! I really don't want to type the rest. I'm only ----teen! Throw me a bone!
When Christine awoke from her stupor, the sky was dark and cloudy. She sat up, rubbing her head dazedly. For a moment, she could not remember why she was on the bathroom floor. Then she got a little uncalled for reminder. A kick in her stomach knocked some sense back into her. Oh, yeah, she thought, I'm carrying Erik's baby. Oh, damn. Without another moment, she sprinted out the front door into the night, calling for a taxi. One stopped, the disheveled driver giving her a weary nod. She leaped inside, her hand on her belly. " To the opera house, please." The man cracked his whip, and the carriage sped off into the night.