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Somewhere only We belong to	By : InfernalParadise Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I've had some personal troubles, but now I'm kinda over it and worked it out, and here's the next chapter (or at least the first part of it). Sorry for the delay, but most of you may know first-hand how impossible it is to continue on a story that's full of happiness when you're feeling like wanting do die yourself. Even if fanfiction is the perfect way to cope with a lot of things, still sometimes even that doesn't work. Besides, try to write in English, when you can't even find the right words in your own mother tongue... it's tough.

Thank you for telling me about my little mistake! I corrected it because Agatha really is Seraphine's grandmother and not her aunt... dunno how that happened. Thx, though!!! :)
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Chapter 12
On the Path to Bright Light (Part I)

A warm bath was all Seraphine needed to calm herself down again since she still felt slightly unwell, her body’s sudden tenderness reminding her of the fact that she had given birth to two children just the day before. Raoul’s imprudent words should have hit her very soul, yet she couldn’t help but simply pity that poor guy who would never understand the real world. If only he had a tiny bit of Erik’s being inside him – things could have been much easier then. Most of her remorse concerned Christine, though, as she truly didn’t deserve such an idiotic husband. It was only logical that Seraphine hoped for both of them to never have children, to never set an innocent little thing into a world that would get to know nothing except for wealth, prejudices and fakeness. She moved further down into the water, deciding to forget about the De Chagnys and their probably ugly destiny, when Erik entered the bathroom after a short knock on the door.
"There’s someone here who seems to be terribly hungry", he pointed at Gabriel in his arms who let out wailing sounds. Without ever wasting a thought on the possibility to deny her son, she took the child from Erik and stroked over the little cheek when he greedily started to drink. She leaned back and rested her head against the bath tub, looking at Erik in silence who kneeled down to face her.
"Can you imagine that we had only one of them?", he asked with a smile.
"No. Although I might reconsider my words when they’ll both keep us awake all night."
"We still have my voice."
"And two utterly stubborn babies because of their parents", Seraphine sighed with a grin, "Who do you think will win, then?"
"Surely they earned most of their stubbornness from you, my dear."
"In that you can trust", her free hand rose to rest on his deformation, "And you feared they could share your blemish…"
"You don’t know how many nights I lay awake, thinking of that possibility", the worry in his voice subsided into bliss at her gentle touch, "But our children are beautiful."
"As are you, Erik. I would love both of them even if they owned a worse freak of nature for nothing on the outside can give away someone’s true being."
"I love you so much, my angel", he bent forward to place a kiss on her lips, looking down on their son afterwards who gave content sounds while still drinking, "You made me see that I’m not much different than any other man."
"You are quite different, Erik – otherwise I wouldn’t have wanted you", she told him with a wink, but shared another gentle kiss with him.
Later that evening after Erik had sung both their children to sleep, he lay in bed with Seraphine, gently holding her to his body as she rested her head against his collar bone.
"Are you alright?", he asked in a whisper since she hadn’t spoken much in the last hours.
"I’m just thinking."
"About what?"
She looked up and raised one hand to stroke his face.
"I don’t regret being with you, Erik. And I don’t regret having our children. I always thought I’d want another life one day, but this is all I could have ever dreamed of. You are perfect – in every detail."
Sharing a loving kiss with him, he used the opportunity to pull her under his body. She looked so amazingly beautiful in his eyes now that she had given birth to those two adorable children, and it was partly her new found strength that attracted him in an irresistible way.
When he moved a tentative hand between her legs, however, he was quickly stopped by a look of unease on her face as well as a slap on his fingers.
"I wouldn’t recommend you to go any further or I will seriously kill you", she made clear.
"Does it hurt?"
Erik had no idea how it felt to give birth, let alone the condition her body was in afterwards, but judging by her forceful grip on his hand during the labor he was thankful that it hadn’t been him for he truly doubted he would have been able to bear such pain.
"It’s more terribly sensitive", she replied with a frustrated sigh because she wanted nothing more than her hands on him as well. And thus they spent the night with tender kisses and soft cuddling until the two other people being present in the same room with them announced their hunger in the early morning.
Rachel turned out to own the louder voice of the twins, thus supporting every demand with terribly loud cries whenever her parents reacted not fast enough for her needs. Her brother, however, preferred to be simply fed by his mother as he considered everything else to be of little importance. At the end of the first week, still staying at Madame Biselle’s modest house, Seraphine found herself confronted with two tasks at once: stilling Gabriel’s hunger and writing a letter. It turned out to be nearly impossible, though, since she was left-handed and her son refused to take her right breast for some unknown reason – most probably stubbornness.
"For God’s sake", she murmured under her breath and tried to shift either pen or the child, only to be rewarded with an ugly ink stain. Releasing an annoyed sigh, she called for Erik.
"What?"
"I need help", she frowned at his empty hands, "Where’s Rachel?"
"Madame Giry threatened she’d kill me if I didn’t let her hold our daughter for a while", his grinning reply came.
"All the better… I’m trying to write a letter, but this little monster", a gurgling sound escaped her son’s throat, "won’t let me do it."
"You want me to write the letter for you, then?"
Seraphine rolled her eyes and got up to sit down on the bed and leave the chair to Erik.
"No, Erik, I want you to breastfeed your son", an angry gaze shot at him that got replied by amused laughter, "Of course I want you to write the letter… "
"For whom?"
"My grandmother."
Obviously surprised, Erik turned around to face her.
"Your grandmother?"
"Yes", she nodded, "We need a home."
"And she said her door would always be kept open should we ever be in need for help. Wait… I can’t remember you were present when she told me that."
"I didn’t know she told you as well, Erik, but that was one of the first things she made clear after letting me finding out that she was neither deaf nor dumb. Anyway, we actually need her help. I’m not going back to the forest with the children. They need a town to grow up in – or at least a house on the countryside."
He nodded in agreement and returned to the letter, waiting for further instructions.
"You are better with words than me, Erik. Write that we are in search for a new home since we are now four people. I should have told… ouch!"
Almost immediately he swung around to find her pulling a pained face.
"Seraphine?", the worry in his voice caused a smile around her lips.
"I already fear the moment he gets teeth to bite properly", she said with a look downward, pointing at Gabriel who had retreated his mouth from her slightly to now close his eyes for a little nap.
"Clearly he is not my son", Erik stated in amused conviction, "for I’ve never done that."
A naughty thought crossed his mind at those words, and she noticed his eyes flashing as if he remembered a special happening.
"You did not do exactly that, love, but I remember some things similar to it."
"Alright, what else do you want me to write?", he suddenly asked while returning to the letter, but she laughed at his reaction and carefully laid Gabriel down in the middle of the bed, giving her son a loving look, before she walked up to Erik.
"Wait", he told her, "I’m almost done."
She paused behind his chair, but moved her hands to his shoulders to gently massage the tensed muscles there. Erik gave a content sigh that didn’t keep him from finishing the letter he folded afterwards to put it into a dark envelope. For a moment, he felt like he had to add the seal of his skull signet ring since he had done so at many occasions in the underground of the Opera. He shook the thought away with a blink, before leaning back in the comfy chair. Seraphine’s hands left his shoulders as she moved to sit in front of him which allowed their bodies to press closely against each other to share the space. A short, yet controlling gaze fell on his son who lay on the bed, the little chest raising and falling in a peaceful sleep. Convinced that Gabriel was alright, Erik closed his arms around Seraphine’s body to pull her closer to him.
"There’s no happier man in all of Paris than me for you’ve given me the most beautiful children the world has ever seen", he whispered into her ear and received a smile.
"I couldn’t have made them so beautiful without you."
Erik pressed a kiss on her neck from behind, biting gently into the flesh.
"I love you", he told her when she covered his hands with her own, "I owe you so much."
With confusion in her eyes, Seraphine turned her head to look at him.
"Why should you owe me?"
"For anything, love", a tender kiss was shared, "You gave my life a meaning. After all those years in darkness and loneliness, I had given up hope. And yet you’ve made me a part of this world again."
"Because I couldn’t have lived without you, Erik. I love you so much."
They spent a blissful moment with nothing more than the presence of their love for each other until Erik moved his lips to her ear.
"Does your body still hurt?", the seductive whisper achieved its expected effect to make Seraphine’s body shiver in pleasure. A shake of her head caused a sudden change in Erik’s movements, especially those of his hands that sneaked underneath her clothes.
"No, we can’t – what if Madame Giry…"
"She’s occupied with our daughter, Seraphine. And just in case you’re afraid someone will catch us, I’ll have to be quick, then."
He slipped two fingers into her, carefully being aware that she had given birth just a week ago, but nothing in her behavior would have given away that fact as she arched her back, trying to get him deeper inside herself. A tender hand cupped one of her full breasts, barely touching the sensitive skin there, yet enough to make Seraphine bite back a moan.
"You’re so beautiful", Erik could have said the biggest nonsense and her body would have reacted to it, though, because his voice never failed to reach its aim. That very voice that used to sing their children to sleep, hiss at her in rage, moan her name in pleasure and repeat his love for her over and over again, or – as it was now – make her body go mad with desire. Seraphine’s head fell back on Erik’s shoulder when she felt her release building, moaning his name in a whisper he barely heard, still he moved his hand over her lips in an attempt to silence her right in time just in case she wouldn’t be able to stay quiet. Instead, she sucked on his fingers more erotically than he could have ever imagined. In a vain attempt to calm down his arousal, he caused her a climax that set his own body on fire, thus he found himself unable to move without getting additional pleasure through the friction of her warm skin pressed against his. Now he had to bear with the consequences of his foolish action, he thought bitterly, but Seraphine shifted to face him.
"Are you in pain?", she asked in teasing amusement, the remains of her release still present in her eyes. Being rewarded with an annoyed growl, her hand cupped him through his pants, rubbing the sensitive flesh beneath it. It didn’t take him long until he was glad for her lips muffling what would have been a loud moan of pleasure, indeed, and the intense feeling of happiness filled his mind and body. He had anything a man could ever dream of, the realization set in when he followed Seraphine’s look that fell on their son sleeping peacefully and completely oblivious to his parents’ little intimacy.
Three days later a letter arrived at Madame Biselle’s house, bearing a foreign sender on its envelope. Erik opened it with a frown, but called for Seraphine after glancing over the first few lines. He read the letter out loud, his voice being almost formal, thus giving away no hint at any emotion about it.

Dear Madame Ducard,
It’s my sad duty to inform you that your grandmother, Madame Agatha Pelléreau, passed away two months ago after a short, but painful disease. She instructed me, however, to inform you about her last will should I receive any letters from you or a man called Erik. Madame Agatha Pelléreau left her house as well as another property outside Paris to you, wishing you to handle it however you please. Both addresses are added to this letter – please feel free to ask whenever you need help or information concerning your new possessions.
Until our meeting at Madame Pellérau’s former house, I remain your obedient servant as I’ve been to your grandmother for many years,
Etienne Chaques
"I’m sorry, Seraphine", Erik said in true regret while lowering the letter, "She was an extraordinary woman…"
"It’s not too surprising – I remember her telling me that her health had been deteriorated for quite a few years already. But somehow I wished our children would have been able to meet her one day."
She moved closer to Erik and he pulled her against his body, his hands embracing her caringly.
"Who’s Etienne Chaques?", he wanted to know then.
"Under normal circumstances he would have been her most loyal servant. Regarding the fact that Agatha fancied most British habits, however, he was more or less a butler to her."
"Can we trust him?"
"He was like the male version of my grandmother, Erik", she replied with a thoughtful expression, "I even guess they were similar to lovers."
"That means we will move to the countryside, then?"
"Let’s better not rush things. Just write back that we will meet him at my grandmother’s house in two days ahead."
"You want to take the children along with us?"
With true surprise, Seraphine looked at him after that question, but Erik grinned naughtily and lowered his head to whisper in her ear.
"What about leaving them here with Madame Giry, going to your grandmother’s house and making love on every piece of furniture there?"
"God, Erik, you are hopeless!", she scolded him with a laugh, knowing that he was only joking since he already found it hard to be separated from their children whenever only a wall was between them.
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