The Lady Or the Beauty

Friend Or Foe?

Meg's POV

This is my conflict. The ultimate conflict! I cannot take Christine's child away from her! Christine...Chrissy.... my best friend since our days at the Opera Populare. I cannot betray her. However.... if I don't, then Nadir, mother and papa, Erik, Christine and even Emma and Killian could die! Still was I going to take away Erik's and Christine's only chance for a family? Well they could always have more.

But what if the child doesn't survive or Christine, non the less. Or what if this child doesn't survive? Even if he or she doesn't, they could always have more, then I would be faced with this conflict again! Ugh this was just to much! But!... I could give my life up for them. I could go and die for her. Then again, what's to stop them from killing everybody anyways? I don't know what to do. I need to clear my thoughts.

I walked up from the library from the Jones place. I am thankful they have let us stay here. walking to the kitchen, I got a small glass of whiskey with a hint of beer. I don't care if this wasn't lady-like. I needed this drink. It was about eleven a.m. when Nadir came in to get me. We were sharing a bed for lack of space. He saw me and my drink and gave me a confused look.

"To what condition drove you to drink such an elixer of liquids together?" Erik may had a way with words, but that doesn't mean Nadir didn't. Just a bit less thats all.

"Just a lot of thinking about-" Oh my gosh he cannot know about this!

"Thinking about what, Meg?" He sat down getting a glass of whiskey himself.

"Oh um...er.... I forget!" I say and take another sip. Hopefully he'll blame the drink.....

"Ah, I see, a drink can to that to you from time to time." I inwardly sighed in relief. He couldn't know about this. I had to deal with this on my own. We sat in silence drinking till our cups we're empty. I then put up the stuff as we walked to the bedroom. I stumbled a little bit and could tell Nadir was too.

Going into the bathroom I changed into my soft silky red nightgown. It wasn't lingere, but it had lacy patterns on the trim that we're black. Stepping out I saw Nadir in his pajama pants and bare chest. Blushing I quickly looked away. He seemed to noticed me and cleared his throught. I turned to him smirking and I crawled into bed with him.

We gazed into each others eyes before suddenly going in for passionate kissing. He slid his hand down from my side over my hips down my legs them up bringing the gown along with him. When he touched my hips again we stopped and pulled apart frozen. Then suddenly laughing as we rolled a bit on the bed. Not being able to breath and tears streaming down our faces.

"What are we doing?" I asked him as we faced each other once more.

"I don't know." We soon stopped laughing and just deeply breathed.

"You know we cannot do this until we are married." He seemed to blush at this statement.

"Well yes of course. Its probably the whiskey and the sense of longing to be with you." Now it was my turn to blush at his statement. Once again we kissed but more gentle and sweet.

"I love you Nadir." I whispered to him. Pulling away I smiled and turned so that my back was facing him. He pulled me to him and wrapped his arm around me tightly. Pressed against each other I felt him kissing my cheek. Whispering something sweet to me but I couldn't reply before sleep took over.

"I love you Meg Giry, I always have and always will. It would be an honor if you would become my wife. Though I am unworthy, will you marry me?"