Chapter Twenty-Three:

Michelle awoke to hear Erik's soft breathing in her ear. She smiled as she gently kissed him softly. He groaned as he opened his eyes. "Michelle. Does Fawna need fed?"

"Not yet. I thought we could have some time together." She replied as she gently stroked his face. "Take off your mask. The damn thing bothers me." He obeyed then gently peeled his mask from his face and stroked his marred flesh. "You are so handsome."

"Oh angel. I wish my face was whole."

She looked at him with angered yet sad eyes. Her body protested as she straddled his hips in pain. "Listen Erik, this self-pity is going to stop." She then pulled apart his shirt as she kissed his lips softly. He gently ran his fingers along her shoulders as she kiss down his neck and along his jawbone.

"So eager angel? Want to have another child?" He asked.

"I just want you to feel special Erik. I know I haven't been too attentitive towards you since I got pregnant. Can't I show my husband how special he is?" She asked him.

"What if Fawna wakes up?"

"Then i'll stop."

"I don't think I would let you." He said as he caressed the small of her back and growled softly. She smiled then gently kissed his lips again. She felt his member harden beneath her. "See what you've done angel."

"Stop whining." Michelle told him.

"Who said I was whining?"

"Oh you are, however you will find that I am going to please you greatly. So keep your head back while I do my stuff." Michelle commanded him and he obeyed. Erik felt her lips attack his neck as she licked along the column of his neck. He had never seen her so commanding and determined. He liked it. Erik groaned as she made her way down his neck and licked paths across his chest, eventually licking over a flat nipple and sucking softly on it.

"Damn where have you learned to do that?" Erik suddenly asked.

"I've done it before." She said.

Before she could continue she heard Fawna cry softly. She gently kissed his lips and went to the crib. She picked up the fussy child and made her way over to the bed. Once situated, Erik helped her unbutton her straps and watched as the material fell over her breasts and down around her waist. He then watched as Michelle nestled Fawna against her breast.

"How many children do you want?" Erik asked her.

"I don't know Erik. How many do you want?"

"Four sounds good." He responded.

Michelle's jaw dropped. "Four! Not that I would want that many, but I hope we have at least a year between births."

Erik laughed softly. "I can assume that last night was not the best for you."

"I'm so sore Erik. Everything is sore. My breasts, my abdomen, everything! Not that I am complaining."

"Oh no. You aren't." He replied playfully.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh Erik. You are not being cute." She paused, looking sad momentarily.

"Angel? Why do you look sad? You know I was playing."

"It's not that Erik. I wasn't sure that I would be able to give you a child." Michelle admitted to her husband.

"Why angel?" He asked in a concerned tone.

"Because miscarriages are a common occurrence among females in my family." She replied.

"Oh Michelle, you should have told me. We are definitely going to be safer the next pregnancy you have." He scolded her.

Once Fawna finished, Michelle took her back to her crib to sleep for a while more. When tucked safely in the covers, she walked back to the bed and got in. "What if you hadn't wanted me then?"

He ticked an eyebrow upwards. "Not want you? Angel, you saved me. I love you. Whether we had Fawna or not." He gently caressed her face softly then kissed her lips. "I love you more than anything. More than the music I write."

She smiled softly at him, "I love you more than ballet and anything else."

He nuzzled her neck then gently rolled her on her side and pulled her against his body softly, "Look what our love, our passion has produced. A sweet little girl who is perfect."

She smiled. "We are so lucky to have her."

"Yes indeed." He whispered as he gently kissed her lips and caressed her waist. "Can we finish what we were doing earlier?"

"Does it look like I would deny you?"

"No."

Michelle smiled as she felt Erik explore her body gingerly. "Love you Erik. Thank you for being so understanding."

"Thank you for allowing me to make love to you angel." Erik replied the kissed her softly and heard her whisper, "No problem maestro."

A/N:

So here is a real nice chapter. The next chapter will be squicky/uncomfortable so watch out for that. Sorry. Thanks for the reviews. Please review soon!

Your obedient author,

Pyrite