Christine dans Deux
An Alternate Multiverse – A Phantom of the Opera Story
Nyasia A. Maire
© 2006
DISCLAIMER: See Chapter One
Chapter Eighty-One – Epilogue
The multiverse sighed, each of its threads lay neatly aligned in parallel rows once more. The strands of fate no longer tangled. The song of the stars sounding in harmony, all hint of dissonance banished from existence.
The bodies of the two lovers were slick with the evidence of their recent exertions. Their limbs blissfully entangled and their eyes beginning to droop into sleep.
The woman breathily murmured into her lover's ear.
"How do you do that? Ten years of married life and you still leave me as breathless as the first time."
The man's mouth smirked into a mischievous grin.
"It is just a talent of mine or that's what all the girls tell me."
The woman gave the man a half-hearted smack on the arm.
"Oh? Is that so? Well, maybe I just won't tell you the latest gossip I heard when I was in town today."
"Gossip? And why would I care about gossip?"
Curiosity overrode his need to fall asleep.
"Well, it is about you after all."
"About me? Why would anyone gossip about me? No one in town really knows me."
"Well, it's not just about you. It's about both of us."
"Christy, please? Just tell me what you want me to know."
"Oh, you're no fun sometimes."
"And, you … you are avoiding answering me. Come one, my love. Give it up. What's the gossip?"
She gazes at him for a moment, her sparkling eyes hooded by her thick lashed. With her voice barely a whisper, she breathes into his ear.
"We're going to be parents, Erik."
"We are?"
She nods.
"Again?"
She smiles.
"Yes, again."
"Good. Adrianna will be ecstatic! So, my love, have you chosen names?"
"You know that I have."
"And your choices for our child are?"
"If we have a son, Brandon Erik DeMornay. If we have a daughter, Trystin Ariel DeMornay."
"I vote for another daughter. We've been lucky with the one we have and I like being surrounded by beautiful women." He grinned.
"Well, the thought of having another daughter somehow feels right. I think it would make our family perfect and complete, but most importantly, I vote for a healthy child."
"I'll vote for that as well, my love."
"I'm feeling a little tired, Erik."
"Go to sleep, ma chère cœur. I will be here when you awaken. I will always be here. I love you so very much, Christy."
"I love you, Erik. And, I always will."
Author's Note: Mominator, I dedicate this Epilogue to you…