oh my giddy aunt look at all of the reviews. hehehe I LOVE YOU GUYS! you rock. this is awesome. hope you enjoy this chapter. I sure did.
DISCLAIMER: I do not won POTO. I seriously wish I did though. But I do own the DVD so if you touch that schumacher well in simple terms. YOUR ASS IS MINE!
I am sure by now you are all questioning my sanity and why I feel the need to insult them every time I update. BECAUSE THEY HAVE GERARD BUTLER AND EMMY ROSSUM AND THE RIGHTS TO POTO. curse them... curse them to the bog of eternal stench!
CHRIS' POV
I woke up three days later very tired and very sick. I laughed at the thought of what Erik and I had done for three whole days straight. Looking down at him one word came to mind.
"WOWSERS!" I sighed out. I had gotten out of bed to see that it was already 12 o'clock and Erik was still asleep.
After the morning sickness had receded I noticed the little calendar on the wall of our room. It was the 13th already.
I smiled and decided that today I would do something I hadn't done for Erik before. Hoping that he wouldn't be up for a few more hours… I got dressed and walked up to the Opera's cafeteria hopping there was some left over supplies from when they restocked.
"Come on Ri your gonna help me." I said as I walked out the passageway from the storage room.
ERIK'S POV (for the rest of the story)
When I reached out to Chris wanting her again I found she wasn't there and smirked. We had been in bed for three whole days neither one wanting to get out of bed.
I looked around only to smell and hear something cooking and got up I surprise. I looked down to see I was still naked so I grabbed a black velvet robe and walked into the Kitchen.
The sight that met my eyes was one I had never though to see. Christina was slaving over a fire and gas stove making pancakes. On the table were plates stocked with sausages, bacon, syrups of almost every kind, sliced strawberries, raspberries, powdered sugar, toast, jelly, and cinnamon sugar.
Across from the dining table was another table Christina had brought down from up above. It was covered in boxes of all shapes and sizes, all nicely wrapped with a sign that said:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIK!
Riegal then came up to me and I picked him up silently exiting the room. I sat down at the bench and started to smirk at how cute Chris had looked with her hair in disarray while she muttered swear words to herself as she burnt a pancake.
"So my little friend how long have you been up might I ask."
The dog looked at me and then barked twice. Looking at the clock I now realized it was 2 in the afternoon and smiled to myself. (A/N: ha two barks two hours. Riegal is soooo smart.)
I just sat at the organ and started to play a tune… every once in a while I would like what I heard and write down the notes on the blank paper in front of me.
After I had come up with the entire intro to the song I stopped when I heard the door open and turned to see Chris standing there with a box in her hands.
"Ok here is the deal. You get to open one present now. We eat… do something else… than open the rest of the presents ok!" She said walking over and handing me the present.
I smiled at her and grabbed her waist pulling her into my lap.
"I can think of one or two things I would like to do before we open this present. I said. Even her just sitting there filled me with a passion I didn't know myself capable of, and I knew I wanted her all over again right there and then.
I felt my way to up her thighs and was met by a slap to the wrist and a death glare.
"You can do that after you open your present." She said. I laughed and opened the box to see a stationary kit.
I smiled at it but noticed it was filled with blank staffs and bars that were blank and waiting to be written on.
"Now that is so you can compose yourself another Opera. That is if you want to. Its already filled out so all you have to do is write the time signature, notes, lyrics, blah blah blah, exc., exc." She said while she got closer and kissed me. Suddenly she pulled back.
"You stop looking at me like that or I am never gonna get to eat." She said getting up and smiling sheepishly.
"My most sincere apologies." I said picking her up and carrying her to the kitchen where we sat down and ate.
"So how old are you Erik?" She asked with a glint in her eyes.
"32 why do you ask?"
With that she bent me over and spanked me 32 times much to my surprise counting aloud with each hit.
"And a pinch to shrink and inch." She added with a laugh. "That is a birthday tradition where I grow up. Though you are supposed to say grow an inch. But I think you are tall enough as it is."
I laughed at her shaking my head asI stood back up and I straightened my posture.
After breakfast was over she got up and put everything away as I helped her. Looking at her I noticed that 2 months in and she still hadn't gotten that big. Having scene women and there stages of pregnancy at the Opera house I knew she wouldn't get big until somewhere around the last 4 months.
"Okay so now we get to do one more thing and then you can open your presents." She said as I reached out to open them. "Jeez Erik you are just like a little boy at Christmas." She said shaking her head and laughing.
"Erik before we start I have a question for you." She said looking at me confused. "How did you buy the house if you never left the lair?" she then asked.
At this I smiled. "Well you see mon ange of temperamental and psychotic tendencies. We have things in this time called, the Real Estate section, in the morning newspaper." I said laughing and tickling under her chin.
"Oh really well mister smart ass when did you buy the house and meet with the Real Estate agent?" She said thinking she had won.
"That my dear is what I was talking with Monsieur Leroux about. He wasn't just our photographer." I smirked at her as she frowned.
"Damn I though I had you for a second." She said.
"Well I think I know what it is I want before my presents." I said while tickling her ear with my lips.
"Well you will have to catch me."
"And when I do?"
"Then I am all yours and you can do what you wish with me Monsieur Destler." She said as she ran out the room and up to the organ as she hid behind it.
I stood in the doorway and smiled walking back into the kitchen.
"Hey where do you think your going?" I heard her ask as I wrapped my arms around her waist coming up from behind her.
"Right here. It looks as if I have caught my prey. Now I shall do as I wish with her." I whispered as I felt my way up her leg and over her waist… my hand growing bolder with each slip.
"Now that isn't fair I didn't know about that passageway you sneaky phantom." She said as she leaped out of my embrace.
I just grabbed her from behind and swung her against the wall as I pushed her up and wrapped her legs around my waist.
"Question." She stated as I was trying to undo her pants.
I sighed at the interruption but then laughed at how much it was like her to tease me even when I was making love to her.
"What."
"How many times have we done this against the wall? How is it that we always seem to end up on the wall?" she said laughing.
"I really do not know but find myself rather liking it." I said as I nibbled her neck.
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A few hours later and I was finally getting dressed after our little romp on the wall.
Christina then came into the bedroom and glared at me.
"Why is it that whenever you see me you always have to fuck me!" She said somewhat less than annoyed and more amused.
"Watch your language young lady… and because I love you dearly." I said switching from a stern lecturer to loving husband, which still felt very weird to say.
"Ha I'm hardly a young lady anymore after that little fiesta we just had. Plus I am pregnant least you forget." She said flipping my nose with her finger.
"Now you can open the rest of your presents."
"Aww but its standing right in front of me if you'll let me open it." I said winking. I got a firm slap across the face and a push towards the door with that comment though.
Under normal circumstances I would have yelled at her but I was in far to good a mood and by now I had learned that it was best to steer clear of Christina… especially since she was pregnant now and her mood could shift more quickly than rat when it sees a cat.
When she was done glaring at me when I refused to move any further I laughed and leapt out the room and towards the kitchen like a little kid. Which was very uncharacteristic of me I noticed. But then again so were a lot of the things I did now that I was married and a soon to be father.
"Okay then now you can go ahead and have fun don't worry about the wrapping paper," she said holding Riegal as I brought the rest of the gifts out of the room and set them on the floor while I sat across from her on the floor.
I opened the biggest one first and saw that it was a new shirt for me to wear... of course it had a deep neck line and ruffle, I laughed knowing how much Christina loved seeing me in them.
The next gift was a new cape… but this one was fashioned out of leather with the same design as Christina's wedding dress (A/N: that would be the Crescent moon and star design for those of you who have forgotten already). She said that she had a matching cape so we could wreak havoc on the masses of Paris before we left, making a name for ourselves. I laughed at that and continued on my way.
The gifts after that were all just as luxurious and fun as the ones before. She got me a new violin, another evening robe, some new books, some art supplies, and a new fedora. When the day was done I was happier than I ever thought possible.
"Christina I love you more than life itself. I couldn't have asked for more." I said kissing her. "Though I cant help but wonder where you got all the money for this." I said when we were curled up in front of the fireplace just sitting there with her in my lap.
"Well honestly?" she asked as I nodded my head. "I used the money from Laura and her mother… which you didn't know about. And then I… well when we were sleeping I slipped out and did a job for someone and got a lot of money for it. I… well I wrote an article for the Sunday press about how the Phantom of the Opera had allegedly returned and was haunting the streets again." She said with a satisfied smirk.
I started at her somewhat less than amused.
"Well how else do you think your story gets published? Eventually Leroux's son will get a hold of that paper and feel compelled to write it. So obviously I am apart of history now. Plus I wanna go out and have some fun with you before we leave for the manor."
I smiled and pulled her towards me in a loving embrace. But before I could kiss her she put her finger to my lips.
"Ah ah aaah. I have one more present for you that you should love above the rest." She said grabbing my arm and leading me to the stables of the Opera house.
When we got there the most beautiful sight I had ever imagined to see greeted me. Next to seeing Christina of course.
In front of me was an American Saddlebred horse that had to stand at about 15 hands. The horse had a black coat and a long flowing mane that only made it look all the more regal and majestic. Next to it was some new riding gear and its papers.
"Oh My, Christina he is beautiful." I said to her.
After a closer inspection I found that the horse had not yet been trained and was only 2 years old. Christina had smiled at this and said she knew how to train horses having grown up on a horse ranch with her aunt for those few years.
"His name is Sleipner. After the eight-legged horse of Odin the Norse god of war and ruler of Asgard." She said with that that look that always came over her when she spoke of Mythology.
I smiled at her and hugged her close to me.
"He is a beautiful creature. You have an eye for well bread horses darling." I said to her.
"Well isn't it your favorite present of the all." She said looking disappointed.
"No that my dear has yet to come." I said to her getting closer to her mouth so I could kiss her.
"You're right… it should be right behind you." She said with a mischievous look in her gold eyes.
Feeling a little confused as to what she meant I began to turn around. But before I could turn around though, my confusion was solved.
"Bonjour Erik… Destler did you say?" said the voice with a laugh, the question directed at Christina. "It is lovely to see you again and in healthy working order.
sorry I just felt I had gone too long without a cliffy. IB IB IB EEEEEEEVIILLLLLL! (ha inside joke)
sooo as usual R&R (hey were almost to 100 woo hoo :confetti and fireworks: woohooo.)
P.S. OMG I just realized that I spelled Saddlebred wrong.. sooo sooo very sorry. thanks Rabid Gerbil 666. My dad used to train them so thats why Ilove them soo much. I am such an ass for not having caught that. ((ditto on the devout (sp?) rider... love to. Especially western style sorry I love western not one for english or side saddle. It hurts for the one and is annoying for the other))