The young couple sat in each other's arms on their small sofa in front of the room's fire place where a fire crackled. It was late afternoon on a snowy december day. It was just a week before Christmas and they were spending the day in their tiny yet homey flat of rooms. The young man, Christopher Tiejtents, took his lover's face in his hands and gazed contently at her.
"I love you my dear Miss Wannop" He then began to give her bare throat soft lanquid butterfly kisses and caressed her skin with his tongue ,when suddenly the doorbell sounded. Tietjents rose to answer it .Moments later ,he return with a piece of paper in his now trembling hand. As he stood in the doorway,Valentine saw that he was now pale and he had slight tears in his eyes.
She rose from her seat and went to his side "Christopher? What is it? What has happened?"Christopher spoke quietly "It is a telegram from Sylvia's mother ,Mrs. Satterthwaite. It appears that one of Sylvia's many lovers ,has fataly shot her , then turned the gun on himself,killing them both."
Valentine's hand rose to her mouth, her eyes widen with shock. "Oh Christopher,how awful."Valentine took hold of her lover's hand, and lead him back to the sofa. The young woman , then poured some brandy in to a small glass, she then handed it to him .Christopher accepted the glass gratefully as he brought the glass to his lips. Valentine sat back down beside him and put her arms around him.
Christopher leaned back into her arms and sighed sadly. "How am I going to tell my son,his mother is dead?" Valentine held her lover in her arms and kissed his cheek gently. "You will find a way my love , and I shall be there for both of you. "
Christopher smiled at her gratefully as he took her hand in his and began to caress it. He then brought it to his lips and kissed it. They touched foreheads and gazed in each others eyes."What would I ever do with out you.?"
Valentine was about to reply when they heard a small voice behind them."Daddy?" It was 10 year old Michael Tietjents ( Christopher 's young son.) who had just woken up from an afternoon nap. The two lovers looked over at the small boy who had entered the room.
Christopher looked at his son ,smiling warmly as he opened his arms to the boy. "Hello dear boy.. did you have a nice sleep." the little boy nodded as he cuddled in his father's arms. The young woman placed a hand on the little boy's back ,she gave it a gentle rub and she smiled tenderly at the pair..
The little boy looked at his father. " You look sad daddy.." Christopher smiled sadly at his young son and held him close. " Do I ? " The little boy nodded and Christopher kissed the top of the boy's head." Well then give me a hug and a kiss so I might never be sad again."
The young boy kissed his father's cheek and hugged him. Valentine then excused herself "I will go get us a snack." Christopher smiled at her and mouthed the words " Thank you." He watched his young mistress leave the room. Then he turned his attention to his son.
The small boy cuddled in close to his father and asked."But why are you sad, daddy.?" Christopher placed a kiss on the top of his son's head. " I am afraid I have some sad news dear heart,. It is about your mummy."
From her spot in the kitchen , the young woman could hear the quiet sobs of the little boy and the soothing gentle words of comfort from his father as he gently rub his son's back. "Oh my lad... My lad.. Go on and cry. Daddy's got you... Daddy loves his boy. There ,there Daddy's here ... its alright its alright... "
Father and son sat together as the sobbing slowly subsided and Christopher gently dried the little boy's tear stained face with his hankerchief. Christopher then kissed the small boy's forehead lightly and held him close. Valentine re joined them, carrying a small food tray which she sat on the coffee table.
The three began to eat the oatmeal biscuts and tea that Valentine had prepared for them. Christopher noticed that his mistress had brought his son, his two small glasses of milk so he could dunk the biscuts. Teijtents smiled at this. He also knew The young Miss Wannop loved the child as if he were her own. Christopher then looked at the two people that meant the world to him and spoke " Well now you two, I see that the snow has stopped , how would it be if we venture out doors and see about getting a Christmas tree."
ok this will be continued in the next chap...hope you like it... any suggestions? this is for Twice the rougue and also River... ( And Twice... i will use your idea you gave me. I just have to think about it.) and for all my fellow BC fans... again I love Parade's end... and the love affair that is Christopher and his Miss Wannop.. ( can you tell i really really don't like Christopher's witch of a Ex wife?) Again hope you all like it... please review..