Little Lotte- you will love this, so fluffy, and amazing... Missing you already!

Chapter 28

Ayesha mowed furiously in my ear, jolting me from my shallow sleep.

"Go away." I moaned, returning my head to Erik's chest. She only pressed against me harder, mowing closer to my ear.

"Stop, you will wake Erik!" Once again I moaned out, but she didn't move. Groaning at her stubbornness, I rolled myself out of bed, taking her to the kitchen, and fed her.

"Happy Little One?" She looked up at me, a smug look almost upon her face.

How human she is, I would never have thought I would own such a creature, but then again, she really isn't a creature. She is Erik's Little One, she is a child, an innocent, stubborn, loving child. As annoying as she can get, I hope the child behaves as she does, I really could not ask for more.

When she was finished, she happily returned to the bedroom, to her rightful place beside Erik's head. I leaned against the door frame, looking at his slender form, a pair of yellow eyes looking at me from beside his head. Images of a small bundle in his arms filled me mind.

How perfect a child would look in those loving arms, how safe it would be. Never would it have to worry, for my angel will always protect him. Him. I want a boy, I hope I can honour Erik will a boy, to carry on his fathers name. I know Erik will love the child all the same, no matter what sex, but I think deep in his heart, he wishes for a boy too, what man doesn't? He already has a daughter, please let me bare him a son.

I can't recall how long I watched his chest rise, and fall, but my body began to ache just from standing so long. I debated if I should join my Erik back in bed, but I had grown wide awake, and wished not to wake him.

The idea of a relaxing hot bath crossed my mind, how perfect the idea sounded. Silently, as to not wake my angel, I crept to the washroom, and drew the water and pouring bath salts into the filling tub. I undressed, letting my simple night gown fall to the floor, as I looked at myself in the mirror, staring into my mother's eyes.

No, my eyes. I am not her, I can't be. God would not be that cruel, he would not do such a thing to an angel. I am not her, I refuse to be.

I looked up and down my body, my gaze resting between my pale breasts, at my flat stomach. My mind drew out the skin, imagining what I would look like when the child grew inside of me, how beautiful, and ugly my body shall get. I placed my hands over were the child sat, imagining what it would feel like when it grows, and can move around inside of me. A smile crept across my face. My child. I am going to be a mother, a mother, to the child of an angel, I shall bare a angel.

I can't help but be happy, climbing into the bathtub, the scalding water surrounding my body, soothing me. The water seemed to send all my thoughts away, allowing me to truly relax, something I have not dons since I first suspected I was pregnant. I closed my eyes, and just laid in the tube, not caring how long I was in the water, nor if I actually washed myself, but just enjoying it.

I was pulled out of the serene world when something brushed against my lips gently, as if a warning, for then it pressed harder, full of passion, part of it, slipping into my mouth, exploring it, as I explored it. I know this cavity all to well, It's my Erik. He pulled away, as I opened my eyes, to see his brilliant blue green's staring back at me. He leaned over the tub, his body being support only by his grip on each side of me. His white ruffled shirt lay open, exposing that perfect chest of him. Slyly, I wrapped my fingers around the ruffles, yanking down upon them. Not expecting my action, he lost his balance, falling into the tub with me, splashing the bubbly water onto the hard floor.

A small laugh escaped my lips, before they pressed once again to his. With my lips still attached to him, I slipped my body to be onto of his, fumbling along in the water to remove his clothes. After a little struggle, I dropped his soaking wet clothes to the floor, beside my nightgown. We broke apart, both of us gasping for air. Erik found himself leaning against the wall of the tube, half sitting, while I lay to his right, half on top of him, my head resting in the crook of his neck.

"You sure know how to make a man feel welcome." He teased, running his hand through my wet, matted hair.

"You were planning to take a bath anyway, were you not?" I asked innocently, running my hand down his chest, swirling it through the water.

"Yet, but I wasn't planning on sharing it."

"I could just leave you then." I rose from the tub, the water running down my skin, falling onto Erik. He smiled up at me, before wrapping his arms around my waist, bringing be back down into him, my body resting between his legs.

"I would prefer it if you stayed." He whispered into my ear. I nodded, and sat with him, my back leaning up against his chest. His hands danced up and down my body, drawing imaginary images upon my soft skin, especially over my stomach. I rested my head on his shoulder, closed my eyes, and just took in the perfection of this moment.

"You look beautiful this morning." He whispered into my ear, as his lips met my neck.

"Only to you, My love." I wrapped my arm up to stroke his soft wet locks, then ran it down his cheek, lingering at his jaw. Erik kissed the palm of my hand, before returning to my neck.

"You are the essence of beauty, Mon Ange, when will you see that?" I rolled my eyes and laughed, not caring to get into that discussion.

Almost on que, a muffled sound echoed from the hall, then someone's voice calling my name.

"I'll be right back." I kissing him once more, then rose from the tub, and wrapped a robe around my body. I walked out of the washroom, glancing back to smile longingly at Erik, then met the stern figure of Madame Giry in the main sitting room.

"Madame Giry, welcome, what are you doing here?" I greeted her happily, despite what she interrupted.

Her hand found themselves upon her hips, in her usual dictator manner, that stern look upon her face.

"I overheard Meg and Murtagh talking..." Her voice shook with anger, before I could react, her hand found my cheek, striking me with strength I had no idea she could posses. I reached up and toughed my face in shock.

She struck me? What did I do?

"You and Meg are my best dancers! How could you do this to me? Who am I going to replace you with, Sorelli?"

Why must she know? I would have told her, in my own manner, in solitude.

"I'm sorry, It's not like I meant for this to happen." I hung my head, ashamed.

My career is over now, I know she won't let me return, even if some chance, I live, and regain my figure, for I will never be able to get back.

I looked up at her, tears starting to form at the bottom of my eyes. For the first time, I saw compassion in her eyes, she smiled weakly, then clasped her hand on my shoulder.

"I'm... I'm sorry." She spoke, the words sounded if they would kill her.

"I shouldn't have reacted this way." She escorted me over to one of the love seats, sitting me down, and joining my side, taking my hands in her's.

"Dear," She lifted my chin, so that my eyes met hers.

"You have always been one of my favorite, Only two of your girls have ever taken my heart like you have, I think you almost as a daughter. It seems it's the ones I feel for that find there ways down here to him." A small chuckle escaped her lips, she obviously was referring to Christine. Her name used to enrage me, but no longer, not after we last met.

"This make this all the harder for me, I am so happy for you. You are blessed to have such a wonderful relationship with him, and now you are having his child, but You realize of course it is my duty to scowled you, for this."

"I know."

she got up off the couch, walking over towards the exit.

"You will be coming to rehearsal tomorrow right, as far as I know, there is nothing wrong with you." A foreign smile appeared on her face.

"Thank you." She nodded her head, and left my home.