"No we will not," she returned in a sing-song voice as she fixed her lipstick. On the other side of the door, she could hear their son. He had obviously escaped his sitter and was now entertaining his papa while she finished getting ready for their night out…
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Erik sat on the bed and pulled his son into his lap; careful not to wrinkle his suit.
“I am taking your mother to one of the finest restaurants in Paris and afterward, to a very, very secret place.” The curiosity in his son's eyes brought joy to his old, scared heart. What wonder was there! What life! What's more, he had helped create such a being. Benjamin stood up in his father's lap, two hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look straight into his identical eyes. “I come?” “Perhaps when you are older.” He could not help but hold back a laugh as his boy began to glare. Perhaps this was an unfortunate side-effect of who his father happened to be. “Now Benjamin, a gentlemen does not make such a face.” Erik's gloved hand moved under the small chin to lift it up slightly. "You shall be an old man before you even suspect a thing.” A quick glance at the clock on the wall caused him to groan. “Christine...”
