Ok, I know I said the posts will stop, but instead of preparing for my trip, I typed, I want to make sure I leave you all at a certain, sort of cliff hanger part, which requires me to neglect some other things I have to do... oh well...
Chapter 27
"Erik?" I called, dropping my cloak on the back of the chair, but he didn't respond.
"Erik, are you home?" I called out again, but only the dark silence of our empty home followed. Pulling the pins out of my hair, letting it fall from the tight dancing bun, I walked into our bedroom.
For the first time I can remember, the room was pitch black. Even when we sleep, there is some candle burning. The only thing that could be seen was Ayesha's yellow eyes, following me movement.
"What, your not going to greet me, little one?" I called to her, lighting some of the candles, the usual warm glow filling the room. She jumped off the pillow, rubbing up against my leg.
"Thats better." I told her, scoping her up into my arms, as I kicked my ballet shoes off my aching feet, leaving them haphazardly on the floor. She jumped out of my arms, curling up once again on the pillow, where Erik's head usually rests, allowing my to undo the lace of the corset.
How my body aches! The shoes are new, and have not yet been broken in yet, causing blisters all over my feet. And the corset! It if was possible, I think the outfit was a size too small, or it might have just been my imagination.
I changed into a simple skirt, and one of Erik's shirts, taking note to inhale his sweet smell.
Where is Erik?
When I finished changing, something by the doorway made a soft thud. I turned to see what caused the noise, and almost instantly, I felt my body being pinned up against the wall, his soft body covering mine. Erik's soft leather gloves held my wrists again the wall, as his lips attacked mine passionately.
"Hello stranger." He practically sang, moving his lips to my neck.
"I missed you today." I whimpered back to him, never wanting him to move away. Despite my desperate mental plea, he backed off, moving his hands from my wrists to my waist, guiding me to sit beside him on our bed.
"I needed some time to think." I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder,
"I have been doing a lot of that lately." I revealed. He looked down at me, pulling my closer into his body,
"What were you thinking about, my love?" His body tensed beneath me.
What could be wrong with him? He couldn't possibly know.
"I... I'm concerned." His voice seemed to crack with instability, although he tried to hide it.
"About what?" I climbed into his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist, and arms around his neck.
"This child,"
No, he can't know, he just can't
"What if..." He couldn't find the words he was looking for, tormenting my heart.
"It inherits my..." Relief rushed through my body, he didn't suspect. Gently, I took of his mask, tenderly kissing every inch of his face.
"Do not worry about our child." I whispered into his ear.
It is not the child he must worry over.
"Every thing will be fine. Look how Meg turned out." I hate lying to him, but I must, to insure his happiness. I returned to caressing his face, stopping only for a moment.
"And even if it does, we will love it all the same."
Oh my Erik, how my heart rejoices at your fear! Knowing he has concerns, helps my own in a way. My Erik is not the perfect angel I know, but he worries, just as I do. I'm not alone in this, but I must let him think he is. I must play the role of the angel here, although it is all an act, he needs me to be. Somehow his weakness makes me love him even more, if that is possible. I am not alone, My Erik will always be here to share in everything. My happiness, sorrow and now my fright. Although we fear different things, he fears with me, beside me, as a true angel should.
We sat there in silence, Erik just holding me close to him.
"What's wrong, Mon Ange?" He asked, how he knows, I shall never guess.
"Nothing Erik." I smiled up at him, but he saw right through it.
"You can tell me, something is bothering you, I can see it. Please, Mon Ange, tell me, I can't stand to see you in turmoil." His eyes looked almost if he would start crying again, like he did yesterday. I don't think I could stand to see those tears again, and not tell him the truth.
"What am I going to do?" I asked, burring my head into his chest.
No, I can't tell him! He must not know.
"About what?" He ran one of his hands through my hair in a soothing manner.
"Ever since I first came to live in the opera house, I have danced. Even after the fire, I found somewhere to practice." I paused, snuggling closer to him.
"How am I not going to be able to dance? What if..." I couldn't finish, I didn't want to give any sort of hints to what really bothered me.
Not being able to dance is devastating, and had I not been worked up over other, more important things, I would no doubt be in a frenzy over it. Living or dieing rank higher in my mind than not dancing, but Erik doesn't know that, and gladly excepted my answer.
"Don't worry, Mon Ange. You shall dance again, I will make sure of it." He vowed, kissing my forehead tenderly.
"I know, Erik." I whispered, getting off of him, to lay down on the bed. After shooing Ayesha from his pillow, he lay beside me, his hands resting over my stomach.
"Good Night Mon Ange," He leaned over me, kissing the side of my face.
"I love you."
"Good Night, My love, Sweet dreams."
He drifted off into peaceful slumber, as my mind refused to let me go, but I have come to except it's restlessness, but this time, the child did not occupy my mind, but rather, my career.