My Angel of Music

The NIght

Silence loomed over us for the first minutes of our walk home.  i finally decided to break it.  "How does it feel to be married, my dear husband?"  I teased taking his hand into mine.  "Heavenly, Christine.  Simply heavenly.  Is it suiting you?"  He turned the question on me.  "Oh yes.  I adore it!  But of course we have only been married for about ten minutes now so I suppose I haven't really experienced it much yet.  But I know that we will live happily for many, many years."  I said back.  He laughed and started to move his thumb in circles around the palm of my hand.

Even little actions like this sent my heart soaring.  "Just imagine,"  I sighed happily.  "Just imagine, us with gray hair, in rocking chairs by the fire, telling stories to our grandchildren."  Erik tensed up at the word "grandchildren".  "What is it, my love?"  I inquired.  He shook his head.  "Nothing.  I just didn't know you fancied the idea of children."  He stuttered.  I smiled.  "oh yes, I want many, many children!  I love them, I love rocking them and singing to them, and playing with them....Oh, I just love babies!"  I squealed, getting a little too excited.  Then an idea crossed my mind.  "You do want children, don't you, Erik?"  I asked, scared of his answer.

He took a few moments to answer which left me hanging on each breath he took.  "Well, Christine.  I've never thought of it.  I never dared believe that I would ever get married, much less be a father.  But surely you do not want to have my children?"  He looked down ashamed of himself once more.  I stopped in the middle of the dirt path we had been following.  I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him towards me.  "Erik, of course I want to have your children!  You are my husband and I love you, all of you, all of your flaws.  Don't you think I would love any child that looked like you?  I would love it even more because it would remind me of you."  I said sternly.

Erik nodded.  I could see he was holding back tears so I brought his head to my chest.  I pulled my fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp.  "Why can you not realize how much I love you?"  I whispered.  Suddenly he pulled back and kissed me fiercly, sending chills down my back.  I grabbed onto his neck, pulling myself closer to him.  We stayed like that for a while, even after the kiss was over, just enjoying being close to one another.

"Come, don't you want to see your new home?"  He held out his hand and I took it happily.

We walked for another ten minutes before a break in the trees revealed a magnificent mansion.  It was grander than I ever imagined!  It was two stories with an attic window at the very top.  It was a light colored gray stone with beautiful statues surrounding the front entrance.  And to my delight I could see a rose garden peek around the back of the house.

I shrieked with excitement and ran towards the front door, dragging Erik behind me.  "My love, stop.  We have plenty of time."  He laughed at my excitement to see his house.  I didn't stop though, if anything I got faster.  Erik finally obliged and instead of stumbling behind me he bagan to run beside me.  He started to pant.  "I.....haven't.....ran...this hard since.....ever."  He panted heavily. I laughed. I was full of energy and excitement.  

Suddenly I heard a low growl behind me and I was scooped up, into Erik's arms.  "You can't run now, can you?"  He growled playfully.  I giggled.  "You may not can run very well but you sure can lift weight just fine."  I teased, wiping the sweat off of his brow.

Finally we reached the french doors that lead to the kitchen.  Servants were bustling around, cooking and cleaning.  When they saw Erik holding me, both of us laughing, they all stopped what they were doing and stared.  "Good...Good day, monsieur."  One elderly lady stuttered.  Erik put me down gently.  "Everyone, this is my wife, Christine.  You are to do anything and everything she says.  She will not make her requests too unreasonable."  He smiled down at me.  "Now if you do not mind we would like to take our supper in our room."  he ordered before taking my hand to lead me out of the room.