Chapter Twenty-Five:
Michelle felt sore as she nursed Fawna. She felt terrible, both mentally and physically. She looked at Erik as he watched her nurse. "What?"
"You are angry with me, aren't you?" He asked her.
"Why would I be angry with you Erik? Last I heard, you did not try to rape me."
"I killed your friend." Erik replied.
She frowned. "Armand was no friend of mine. I love you Erik. I always will. I am glad you saved me when you did."
He growled suddenly, "I would have never forgiven myself if you were raped in my own opera house."
Michelle stood up after feeding Fawna then put her back in her crib for a while longer. She then walked back to the bed and climbed on it. Erik pulled her against his body and gently kissed her lips. He gently placed his hand on her waist. "I love you." She whispered softly in his ear.
"I love you too angel." He smiled as she gently ran her fingers over the ridges of the left side of his face. "I am so glad that you are my wife."
"Christine never comes over your mind?"
He shook his head, "No angel. Never. Now that I have you, I have more than I could ever want."
She raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
"Yes." He replied then pulled her closer to him. She gently kissed his lips and stroked his dark hair. "I have a woman who loves me and saved me from the darkness and lonliness I was dwelling in."
She smiled and wrapped her arm around his waist. "I love you. I am going to send father a letter and ask him for the summer house."
"Are you going to tell him that we are married?"
"Yes and that he has a grandchild." She replied.
"What do you think he will say?" Erik questioned her.
"I don't know. I hope he will understand. I love you."
He smiled then gently kissed her lips softly. "Don't worry angel. Everything will be fine. I love you."
She smiled at him and gently kissed his cheek, "I love you too Erik."
A/N:
Sorry so short. Yeesh. I have been so busy with things at the house. Next week I start school (lucky me) and I am going to try to get two chapters up before then. Thanks for the reviews. Review please!
Your obedient author,
Pyrite
