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Chapter Thirty-Four

House Call

When she walked into the room, Meg and Antoinette walked over to greet her. Antoinette wrapped her arms around Christine in a motherly embrace, then she stepped to the side so Meg could shower her with questions and attention.

Antoinette backed up so she was standing next to Erik, "I thought she was sick?"

"I though she was too. Just a moment ago I asked her how she felt, and she said that she felt nauseous, but otherwise perfectly fine," he said in a concerned tone.

"Well she seems fine now, but if anything unusual happens taker her straight to a doctor. I don't want anything to happen to her."

"And you think I do?" He yelled.

"No...of course not! That's not what I..." he cut her off.

"That sure as hell sounded like what you meant!"

"I'm sorry Erik. I didn't mean to upset you."

"Don't apologize. It's I who should be apologizing. I'm sorry I blew up at you; it's just that I am exhausted from being up all night taking care of Christine. But you know I love her and would die if any thing happened to her."

"I know Erik, I know. I just wish I knew what was wrong with her," and she walked to the couch, thinking.

XxX

+Meg and Christine+

They had gone to the porch so they could talk alone. As soon as they stepped outside Meg wrapped her arms around Christine, hugging her tightly.

"What are you doing?" Christine asked, struggling for breath.

"I'm just so glad that you're health again! Maman told me you were deathly ill."

"I was; that's what's so weird about it. And now I'm perfectly fine."

"OoO, Christine! I have good News!"

"What about!" she said, sitting down with her hand on her belly.

"Christine, are you okay?" Meg asked, sounding somewhat alarmed.

"I'm fine! Now, you were saying?"

"OoO, yea! Well Raoul came by and apologized about the whole 'wedding' thing and would appreciate it if you would come to the wedding!"

"Oh, Meg..." she jumped up to give her a hug, but sat down quickly, her hand on her temple.

Meg rushed to her side, "Are you okay! What's wrong!"

"I'm just a little dizzy, that's all."

"Here, let me go get Erik," she turned to walk into the house, but Christine stopped her.

"Meg, don't go tell Erik; he's stressed enough as it is. A little dizziness isn't...the worst. I've felt really bad and this is nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Okay," Meg said and she sat down in the chair next to Christine.

"Well, I'm excited to go home." Christine said, trying to make the space around them more comfortable.

"Seriously? That nasty, damp, dark prison?"

"Yes; I know that this cottage is nice but that 'prison,' as you call it, was my first real home and I will never see it the same as anybody else does."

"Okay? Whatever you say Christine."

"Well, I guess we better tell Erik the good news: WE GET TO GO HOME!" She stood, a little wobbly on her feet, and walked back into the house.

XxX

+Erik and Christine+

Christine ran into the room with a big smile on her face. "Erik, guess what?"

"What?" he asked, putting an arm protectively around her waist.

"We get to go home," she screamed.

"Wait...no we can't."

"Yes we can; Meg just told me."

"What did she just tell you?" he asked mischievously.

"Raoul apologized for being rude to us and we can go to the wedding!"

Just then, Meg walked through the door. Erik directed toward her. "Are you serious?"

"What?" she asked confused.

Christine answered for her, "Yes, I'm serious! Aren't you excited?"

"Of course I am; it's home, but I'm not so sure that's where you should be right now."

"What do you mean?" she asked confusedly.

"Because your ill and..."

"I'm fine."

"No your not...don't interrupt me. I'm not finished. Now...but if you want to go home, I guess we can."

"Oh, thank you Erik! I'll go get my things."

"But you never unpacked."

"Exactly!" she said, disappearing into the bedroom. Moments later, she walked back out with her things. "Ready?"

"Sure. Let me carry your stuff for you; we have a little bit of riding to do."

"Ok. Lead me to my horse."

Erik just looked at her. "Um...we don't have a horse for you. When you can here, you were sick so we rode on the same horse."

"Okay then. I can ride tandom with someone. Lets go see the horses," and she walked out the door.

As soon as she was out the door there was a loud squeal. The three ran out to see Christine jumping with, what seemed like, joy. "Who rode Ceasar here?" she squeaked.

"I did." Meg said with a sigh of relief.

"Well sorry, but I get to ride him home." she said running towards him. When she reached him, he leaned into her shoulder, and she wrapped her arms around him in a very large hug.

"Since when did they get so close?" Antoinette asked.

"When we were first settling in, after we were married she spent alot of time with him in his "stable." Erik explained.

By the time Erik had loaded the luggage on the pack horse Christine had already circled thecottage like seven times. "Are you guys ready yet? Caesar and I are starting to get bored."

"Just let me mount and then we can go." and as quickly as he had said this, they were off.

Finally they reached the hotel and everybody but Christine dismounted. "What are you guys doing? We're not home yet."

"Well we take a buggy from her," Antoinette explained.

"But what about the horses? How do the get home?" Christine asked.

"Well I don't know how Caesar and Frodo are going to get home? But the other two stay here."

"How about you two go how in the buggy and Christine and I will ride home with Frodo and Caesar."

"Okay. See you at the opera then." and once the luggage was loaded the buggy was off.

Finally, after a long ride home, Erik and Christine reached the opera. Once in the stables, they dismounted and headed for the lair.

!HOME SWEET HOME!

+1 hour later+christine's P.O.V.+

I began to feel ill again, so decided to go visit Antoinette, since Erik was busy composeing. I left him a note just so he wouldn't worry and took my leave.

Once I reached Antoinette's door I knocked gently. And she answered, seeming surprized. "Ah, Christine. So good to see you. Are you feeling okay?"

"That's exactly why I came here. I started feeling bad again and so I came to see you. I was thinking you might be able to take me to see a doctor."

"Of course I could." she replied. "But, just wondering, does Erik happen to know your here?"

"No he doesn't. He was comosing and I didn't want to disturb him so I left him a note instead."

"Okay then. Well lets head out." At the front of the opera we grabbed a buggy and headed towards a physician's office. By the time we reached there I began to feel worse then ever. And Antoinette could tell.

"Lets get you in here quickly." she said, rushing me through the door.

There was really nobody there. She sat me down in a chair and then approached the "receptionist". By the look on her face you could tell she seemed worried. She dissappeared into the next room and then told me I could now see the doctor.

I entered the room and saw the doctor waiting for me. He told me to sit down, and I did so. He began asking me questions. "Hello dear. I am just going to ask you a few questions before I begin my check-up. How long have you been feeling bad?"

"Since yesterday, around 11:30 a.m." I replied.

"What were your symptoms?"

"I believe I had a very high fever and debilitating stomach cramps and nausea." This was very difficult.

"And one last question. How do you feel now?"

"Once again I have severe stomach cramps and nausea."

"Okay, if you would please lay down on the table I would like to try something."

I did as told and he began applying pressure to certain spots on my tummy. Everytime he applied pressure he would simply nod and say a simple "yup."

Finally he finished and left the room. Moments later he pulled Antoinette out of the room and told her something. Just as soon as I gave up trying to hear what he was telling Antoinette, he walked away and she walked into the room, a really serious look on her face. "Christine, I have to tell you something."

"What's wrong with me?" I asked worriedly.

She got a huge grin on her face, "You're pregnant!"