My Angel of Music

Shopping

The nexe mornig I woke up to a hand on the side of my face.  I groggily opened my eyes and realizing I had no clothes on, pulled the sheets to me and sat up, abrubtly.  My eyes were wide and hands covered all the private parts of my body.  Then slowly I remembered last night.  My eyes focused on the confused face of Erik who was sitting up in bed, his hand reaching for me.  I smiled in relief and laid back down.

"I'm sorry, my love.  For a moment i forgot where I was."  I explained.  He chuckled and pulled me closer to him.  I rested my head on his bare chest and began making circles on his abdomen with my finger.  "Did you sleep well?"  He asked while stroking my hair.  "Yes, very well indeed, with you in my arms, I slept wonderfully."  I said, a smile playing across my lips.  

"I slept good, too.  I only woke up once."  He said.  "Do you usually wake up in the night?"  I asked him, concerned.  He nodded.  "Usually three or four times.  But when you are with me, only once or twice."  

"Well, we might need to see a doctor about that."  My brow was furrowed and my features were set worridley.  Erik smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead.  "I enjoy being worried about.  But don't.  I am used to it."  He sighed.  "Maybe we could get you medicine, and you could sleep straight through the night."  "Whatever you say, ma cherie."

Erik cleared his throat and sat up.  "Today we could go shopping, if you wish."  He suggested.  "In the village?"  I asked.  He nodded.  "Okay, I am okay with that."  I said.  "Just let me freshen up a bit."  I said, kissing Erik's unmaked cheek.  "Of course, mon ange.  Would you like me to order our breakfast?"  He asked.  "Yes, please.  Just coffee and maybe a biscuit."  I ordered sweetly.

I got up and walked to the water room and remembered something.  "Oh and Erik, can you send a maid up, please?"  I asked.  He nodded and pulled on some trousers and a shirt.  I walked over to him and took his shirt in my hands.  "Let me."  I commanded.  I buttoned it up for him and tied his scarf, finishing it off with a swift kiss.  "You know, I have managed to put on my shirt myself for quite a few years now."  He said jokingly.  "Alright, fine.  Next time you can do it yourself!"  I teased, throwing up my hands.  He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him once more.  "But, I like it when you do it better."  He whispered before kissing me on the lips.

Then he strode off to fetch a maid and order our breakfast.  I sighed and hurried to put on a robe before she arrived.  I sat on the divan, waiting.  She finally walked in and curtsied.  "What do you need, Madame?'  She asked.  The woman was maybe a few years younger than me, only a girl really.  She had red hair that blazed like a fire, and she was short and a little plump around the middle but pleasently so.  "Could you draw me a bath, please?"  I asked.  She nodded and went into the water room.  I was confused.  Didn't she need to go draw the water and then heat it over the fire?

When I looked in she was leaning over the bath tub and turning some sort of handle, which made water come out of the faucet!  "What is this?"  I asked, pointing at the running water.  "It;s called indoor plumbing, I think.  You only need to turn the knob and water comes out!  Is there anything else you want, madame?"  "Yes, could you bring me my coffee, please?" I asked while walking to the bath and putting my hand under the flowing water.

She nodded and left.  I removed my robe, and while the water filled the tub, looked in the mirror.  I looked normal, but my hair was a curly mess.  But there was something different about me, I couldn't put my finger on it.  Then I saw it.  My thighs and hips were a little larger.  Just a smidge but I could notice it.  Then (maybe it was me being paranoid) I thought that my ribs were showing less and less.  I would not gain any weight.  None.  I had to keep myself looking wonderful for Erik.

I sighed and turned the handle, making the water stop.  I slipped into the warm water, my eyes closing as the water calmed my nerves.  Maybe I would skip breakfast, just this once.  Erik wouldn't approve but he didn't have to know.