Valentine Wannop lay in the bed which she shared with her lover Christopher Tietjen . She was alone in the bed. She looked around the room and glanced at the small clock that sat on the night stand. It was four thirty in the morning. She looked around the darkened room for Christopher . The young woman found she was alone. It was then Valentine suddenly became aware of a rich male voice soothingly speaking in the darkness in the room across the hall.
"Close your eyes my dear lad and I will count backwards from ten and you shall be back in dreamland before you know it.."
Smiling as she heard this , Valentine rose from the bed , put on her dressing gown and headed towards the sound of the voice. She smiled at the sight that met her eyes
Christopher was standing, holding his small son, ten year old Michael in his arms. The little boy's face was tear stained as he clung to his father. Valentine stood in the doorway and observed the homey scene.
Christopher spoke tenderly as he began to count backwards from ten.
10 ,9 .8, 7 .6 your eyelids are begin to get heavy.5,4,3, Sweet dreams are waiting for you. 2 ,1 and I do believe you are now asleep."
Gently Christopher laid down the now sleeping child back on the bed against the soft pillow, and adjusted the blankets around him. The child snuggled down with his teddy bear under the warm blankets. Christopher lent down and gently kissed the young boy's forehead. He murmured "I love you ." He sat back to watch the child sleep.
He then looked over his shoulder at his mistress . Valentine smiled as he got up from the bed and came to her side. His arms encircled her and just stood holding contently in to her eyes.
Christopher spoke softly as he stroked her blonde hair. "How long have you been standing there my love?" She smiled "Not long...Did he have a bad dream?"Christopher nodded and sighed as he looked back at the sleeping child. "It was about the tree . Now he is convinced the fairies are angry at him. Apparently Sylvia had it torn down while he was at the house. Michael had watched the scene from his bedroom window . To do that in front of a innocent child , my blood boils at the thought of it. My wife is a heartless bitch. The only good thing to come out of my marriage to her is laying in that bed "
Valentine took hold of his hand and lead him back to their bed. They disrobed and soon lay together.
They talked quietly in the darkness . Christopher stroked his lover's arms. Valentine snuggled in his arms. "Christopher, I think we should get a new tree for him ..to make him feel better . We could start a new tradition for him. Also to appease the fairies."
Christopher smiled at her "My dear Miss Wannop,, that is a simply marvellous idea." They kissed tenderly then the young woman spoke as she looked at her handsome lover."It shall be his choice what kind of tree it is to be" Christopher smiled "As you wish my dear Miss Wannop... We can tell him at breakfast."
ok so what do we all think? the next chap will be the chosing of the tree... unless this story takes me in a another direction... ok girls what do we think?
hope you like ohh and I have a q what type of things should I have young micheal put on the tree... any suggestions?