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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 9, 2008 19:27:47 GMT -5
*Erik saying that he was feeling watched wasn't exactly a good sign*
"Well...if it doesn't concern you, I suppose it's nothing to worry about."
*He still bore a small frown as he went back to reading through the sheet music*
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Post by Josephine on Jan 9, 2008 19:28:57 GMT -5
*They knew she was here. It made sense, of course, that Erik would sense her presence. An opera ghost was an opera ghost, no matter what form it took.
Swiftly, she left her post and retreated into the cellars...*
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Post by Erik on Jan 10, 2008 19:14:10 GMT -5
*Erik shrugged it off.*
"It is gone now," *he said. But he would remain watchful.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 10, 2008 19:29:13 GMT -5
*Christian shrugged, and as he read the sheet music, quietly hummed the tune to himself*
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Post by Erik on Jan 10, 2008 19:31:40 GMT -5
*Despite himself, Erik stopped trying to look busy and merely listened to his angel's voice. It entranced him, as always.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 10, 2008 19:38:57 GMT -5
*Without realizing he was doing so, he started softly singing In Whatever Time We Have*
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Post by Micaela on Jan 10, 2008 22:10:54 GMT -5
**SOME INDETERMINATE AMOUNT OF TIME LATER**
*Another letter arrived, this one only a letter.*
Dearest Christian,
I've finally had my baby! After a bit of a bout with pre-eclampsia (don't ask, I could have died but didn't and that's the end of it), Maxim and I have a baby boy. We've named him Lionel William James Norrington de Winter. Isn't it the most ridiculously long name ever? We're going to call him Liam.
He's absolutely the most perfect, precious child ever and I really hope you get to come up and see him. In fact, I may force you to. I don't think I've ever loved someone this much. No offense, to you or to Maxim, but it's ridiculous.
He's got big blue eyes (expected, considering Maxim and I both have blue eyes) and light hair, which I bet will turn into brown when he gets older. He's just... he's perfect.
I haven't been able to get out of bed much since Liam was born, because of the PE, but I plan on working on the opera soon. If I don't get distracted... my God, he's going to grow up into a boy soon, and then into a ... whoops. I have to finish up. Baby's hungry.
I never thought I'd get to say that in a letter. I'm giddy.
Love, Micaela
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 10, 2008 22:21:49 GMT -5
*Christian was happy to continue getting correspondence from Micaela--and couldn't stop grinning when he received the good news in the mail. The mention of the illness bothered him, but it was overshadowed by the fact that his dearest friend was so happy and had a family of her own.
He couldn't stop grinning*
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Post by Micaela on Jan 10, 2008 22:25:07 GMT -5
*And then came the envelope with the snapshots that had been developed. Certain pictures were of her, Maxim, and Liam, and others just of Micaela and Liam and then some that were just Liam.*
I have first-child syndrome. I really do. *Was all the note read.*
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Post by Erik on Jan 10, 2008 22:29:33 GMT -5
*Erik, having wisely decided to refrain from opening Christian's mail, glanced over his shoulder.*
"What is that?"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 10, 2008 22:29:50 GMT -5
*His smile definitely stayed on. Judging from the pictures, Liam seemed to have a bit of both his parents in him*
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Post by Erik on Jan 10, 2008 22:32:36 GMT -5
*Erik slid his arms around Christian from behind, burying his nose in the boy's neck. ((Though not literally, because... eww.))*
"Don't tell Erik you want one, too."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jan 10, 2008 22:41:22 GMT -5
((Bad mental image))
*Christian jumped a little when Erik suddenly appeared, but he quickly relaxed and shook his head*
"What? Of course not. I'm just happy for her."
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Post by Liam on Jan 11, 2008 8:48:23 GMT -5
((See picture to the left.))
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Post by Erik on Jan 11, 2008 17:39:26 GMT -5
((Dear God, what is that thing?))
"That is well," *Erik said, between kissing Christian's neck.* "Erik has had enough of children, I think."
*He turned Christian in his arms, deftly removing the stack of photographs from his hand and placing them on the table.*
"You are happy enough here, with Erik?" *he asked anxiously.*
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