Part eleven: A rejoicing time

She woke up one morning, with the sun shining in her face. She looked to her left and saw that Christian was still sleeping. She chuckled and got out of bed. It had been six months since she had moved in. Nothing had happened between her and Christian and except the usual. They fought occasionally, but nothing too serious. But each day, she began to grow to love him more and more. She saw that in his eyes too. Sometimes she'd wish they he'd propose to her. Other times, she wished that he would just break it off. Either way, she couldn't wait to see what would become of them.

He had grown to love her more and more than ever before. His whole body felt happy and there was never a moment when he was down. He thought for a moment about the dream he had almost two years ago, when Satine told him about his true love. He now knew of the true love she was talking about. And he came to a conclusion. He had already lost one love and he wasn't going to lose another. He decided to pop the question. She was the one.

He looked high and low until he found it.

"In case you actually do fall in love, here's your mother's engagement ring," his father had said to him, almost three years ago. He had stored it away in a box, not thinking that he'd ever need it. It had a silver band with an opal stone on top. He found it while she was out at the market. He smiled and put it in his pocket, a place where he knew it would be safe. He went about the day, repeating what he would say to her. Finally, the moment came.

It was a brisk fall night. They where in his garret, looking out the window at the spot where the Moulin Rouge used to be. In the six months that she had been living with him, the Moulin Rouge was torn down and more apartments for the ever crowded MontMarte were being put in its place. They looked out at the city, which was once bustling now was dire and quite. He felt her shiver and he pulled her a little closer. He could smell her hair and breathed in her sent.

"Emma, there's something I have to ask you," he whispered in her ear.

"What is it?" she asked without a doubt. He swirled her around so she faced him.

"The moment I met you, I knew that I loved you. I had no question in my mind that I didn't love you. And now look at us. Almost three years later and you're living with me. And since the first time we kissed, the question has always been in my mind. And I'm finally about to ask it," he said. He took a deep breath, then started again. "Emma, would you have the honor of being my wife?" he asked her. Her eyes bulged out. He took her hand and held it in his. He looked at her with sad eyes. She put her other hand to her mouth.

She embraced him and whispered in his ear, "Yes. Nothing would make me happier." He smiled and pulled away to get the ring out of his pocket. He got it out and placed it on her finger. She stared in awe at the symbol of their love. "Christian, it's beautiful," she gasped.

"It was my mother's. My father gave it to me before I left
London," he said. She looked at him and kissed him. Neither of them had been happier in their lives.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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