Angel of Music

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Reblog if you RP a character from The Phantom of the Opera.

Whether it’s the book, the musical, or any of the movies.

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Erik smiled. “You’re very welcome” he said. He sat down and started to eat. Christine moved closer to the table and smiled. “Go on, eat up.”

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Isabella ate happily, holding tightly to her mother. When they finished, she helped with the dishes and held her arms up to her father. “Cuddles?” she asked.

Erik smiled and picked her up. “Of course, Princess” he said. Christine smiled and watched as he carried her to their spot on the couch. He kissed her temple and smiled.

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Isabella curled close to him and closed her eyes. “I love you, Papa,” she whispered. “So, so much.”

“I love you too” he said and smiled. He held her close and rubbed her back. “Wanna go take your bath and get ready for bed? You’re exhausted I can tell.”

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She nodded. “Can I have my duckies? And the pretty bubble bath?”

“Of course” he said and stood. He walked up to the bathroom, Christine following. “Okay. What color bath bomb?” Christine asked as she got the small basket they had of them.

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Isabella looked at the choices, then at her mother. “Blue,” she said. To match her mother’s eyes. They were so sparkly tonight.

Erik nodded and took the bath bomb as Christine put the basket away. “Okay” Christine said and knelt down. “Let’s get you undressed and into the bath!”

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Isabella giggled and ran to her mother, nestling into her chest. “I love you, Mommy.”

Christine smiled and helped her undress. “Come on. In we go!” She said.

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Isabella smiled as she was lowered into the tub and began to play with her toys.

Christine smiled and let her play for a bit, watching with her eyes filled with love. After a few minutes she grabbed a washcloth and the sensitive soap and started to wash Isabella. “Can you stand for a second for me?” She asked.

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Isabella nodded and stood, hold onto her mother’s shoulder. She’d slipped once. Papa had caught her before she’d hit her head, but the experience had shaken her a bit.

Christine thanked her for holding on and washed her quickly before letting her sit again. “What ducky is your favorite?” Christine asked.

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Isabella didn’t even have to think. She immediately held up her hot pink one. “This guy!” she said excitedly.

Christine nodded and grabbed the baby blue one. "I like him" she said. "Hot pink is definitely a color for you though"

Erik smiled. “You’re very welcome” he said. He sat down and started to eat. Christine moved closer to the table and smiled. “Go on, eat up.”

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Isabella ate happily, holding tightly to her mother. When they finished, she helped with the dishes and held her arms up to her father. “Cuddles?” she asked.

Erik smiled and picked her up. “Of course, Princess” he said. Christine smiled and watched as he carried her to their spot on the couch. He kissed her temple and smiled.

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Isabella curled close to him and closed her eyes. “I love you, Papa,” she whispered. “So, so much.”

“I love you too” he said and smiled. He held her close and rubbed her back. “Wanna go take your bath and get ready for bed? You’re exhausted I can tell.”

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She nodded. “Can I have my duckies? And the pretty bubble bath?”

“Of course” he said and stood. He walked up to the bathroom, Christine following. “Okay. What color bath bomb?” Christine asked as she got the small basket they had of them.

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Isabella looked at the choices, then at her mother. “Blue,” she said. To match her mother’s eyes. They were so sparkly tonight.

Erik nodded and took the bath bomb as Christine put the basket away. “Okay” Christine said and knelt down. “Let’s get you undressed and into the bath!”

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Isabella giggled and ran to her mother, nestling into her chest. “I love you, Mommy.”

Christine smiled and helped her undress. “Come on. In we go!” She said.

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Isabella smiled as she was lowered into the tub and began to play with her toys.

Christine smiled and let her play for a bit, watching with her eyes filled with love. After a few minutes she grabbed a washcloth and the sensitive soap and started to wash Isabella. “Can you stand for a second for me?” She asked.

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Isabella nodded and stood, hold onto her mother’s shoulder. She’d slipped once. Papa had caught her before she’d hit her head, but the experience had shaken her a bit.

Christine thanked her for holding on and washed her quickly before letting her sit again. "What ducky is your favorite?" Christine asked.

Erik smiled. “You’re very welcome” he said. He sat down and started to eat. Christine moved closer to the table and smiled. “Go on, eat up.”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella ate happily, holding tightly to her mother. When they finished, she helped with the dishes and held her arms up to her father. “Cuddles?” she asked.

Erik smiled and picked her up. “Of course, Princess” he said. Christine smiled and watched as he carried her to their spot on the couch. He kissed her temple and smiled.

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Isabella curled close to him and closed her eyes. “I love you, Papa,” she whispered. “So, so much.”

“I love you too” he said and smiled. He held her close and rubbed her back. “Wanna go take your bath and get ready for bed? You’re exhausted I can tell.”

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She nodded. “Can I have my duckies? And the pretty bubble bath?”

“Of course” he said and stood. He walked up to the bathroom, Christine following. “Okay. What color bath bomb?” Christine asked as she got the small basket they had of them.

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Isabella looked at the choices, then at her mother. “Blue,” she said. To match her mother’s eyes. They were so sparkly tonight.

Erik nodded and took the bath bomb as Christine put the basket away. “Okay” Christine said and knelt down. “Let’s get you undressed and into the bath!”

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Isabella giggled and ran to her mother, nestling into her chest. “I love you, Mommy.”

Christine smiled and helped her undress. “Come on. In we go!” She said.

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Isabella smiled as she was lowered into the tub and began to play with her toys.

Christine smiled and let her play for a bit, watching with her eyes filled with love. After a few minutes she grabbed a washcloth and the sensitive soap and started to wash Isabella. "Can you stand for a second for me?" She asked.

Erik smiled. “You’re very welcome” he said. He sat down and started to eat. Christine moved closer to the table and smiled. “Go on, eat up.”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella ate happily, holding tightly to her mother. When they finished, she helped with the dishes and held her arms up to her father. “Cuddles?” she asked.

Erik smiled and picked her up. “Of course, Princess” he said. Christine smiled and watched as he carried her to their spot on the couch. He kissed her temple and smiled.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella curled close to him and closed her eyes. “I love you, Papa,” she whispered. “So, so much.”

“I love you too” he said and smiled. He held her close and rubbed her back. “Wanna go take your bath and get ready for bed? You’re exhausted I can tell.”

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She nodded. “Can I have my duckies? And the pretty bubble bath?”

“Of course” he said and stood. He walked up to the bathroom, Christine following. “Okay. What color bath bomb?” Christine asked as she got the small basket they had of them.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella looked at the choices, then at her mother. “Blue,” she said. To match her mother’s eyes. They were so sparkly tonight.

Erik nodded and took the bath bomb as Christine put the basket away. “Okay” Christine said and knelt down. “Let’s get you undressed and into the bath!”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella giggled and ran to her mother, nestling into her chest. “I love you, Mommy.”

Christine smiled and helped her undress. "Come on. In we go!" She said.

Erik smiled. “You’re very welcome” he said. He sat down and started to eat. Christine moved closer to the table and smiled. “Go on, eat up.”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella ate happily, holding tightly to her mother. When they finished, she helped with the dishes and held her arms up to her father. “Cuddles?” she asked.

Erik smiled and picked her up. “Of course, Princess” he said. Christine smiled and watched as he carried her to their spot on the couch. He kissed her temple and smiled.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella curled close to him and closed her eyes. “I love you, Papa,” she whispered. “So, so much.”

“I love you too” he said and smiled. He held her close and rubbed her back. “Wanna go take your bath and get ready for bed? You’re exhausted I can tell.”

christine-the-soprano-31

She nodded. “Can I have my duckies? And the pretty bubble bath?”

“Of course” he said and stood. He walked up to the bathroom, Christine following. “Okay. What color bath bomb?” Christine asked as she got the small basket they had of them.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella looked at the choices, then at her mother. “Blue,” she said. To match her mother’s eyes. They were so sparkly tonight.

Erik nodded and took the bath bomb as Christine put the basket away. "Okay" Christine said and knelt down. "Let's get you undressed and into the bath!"

Erik smiled. “You’re very welcome” he said. He sat down and started to eat. Christine moved closer to the table and smiled. “Go on, eat up.”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella ate happily, holding tightly to her mother. When they finished, she helped with the dishes and held her arms up to her father. “Cuddles?” she asked.

Erik smiled and picked her up. “Of course, Princess” he said. Christine smiled and watched as he carried her to their spot on the couch. He kissed her temple and smiled.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella curled close to him and closed her eyes. “I love you, Papa,” she whispered. “So, so much.”

“I love you too” he said and smiled. He held her close and rubbed her back. “Wanna go take your bath and get ready for bed? You’re exhausted I can tell.”

christine-the-soprano-31

She nodded. “Can I have my duckies? And the pretty bubble bath?”

"Of course" he said and stood. He walked up to the bathroom, Christine following. "Okay. What color bath bomb?" Christine asked as she got the small basket they had of them.

Erik smiled. “You’re very welcome” he said. He sat down and started to eat. Christine moved closer to the table and smiled. “Go on, eat up.”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella ate happily, holding tightly to her mother. When they finished, she helped with the dishes and held her arms up to her father. “Cuddles?” she asked.

Erik smiled and picked her up. “Of course, Princess” he said. Christine smiled and watched as he carried her to their spot on the couch. He kissed her temple and smiled.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella curled close to him and closed her eyes. “I love you, Papa,” she whispered. “So, so much.”

"I love you too" he said and smiled. He held her close and rubbed her back. "Wanna go take your bath and get ready for bed? You're exhausted I can tell."

Erik smiled. “You’re very welcome” he said. He sat down and started to eat. Christine moved closer to the table and smiled. “Go on, eat up.”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella ate happily, holding tightly to her mother. When they finished, she helped with the dishes and held her arms up to her father. “Cuddles?” she asked.

Erik smiled and picked her up. "Of course, Princess" he said. Christine smiled and watched as he carried her to their spot on the couch. He kissed her temple and smiled.

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“Six thirty. I’ll have dinner ready” she said.

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“Okay,” she smiled. She got her things together and went to the door to leave, but stopped. “Dr. Daae?” she asked, turning around. “Thank you.”

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“Christine” she corrected. “And you’re welcome” she said and left.

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At 6:30 on the nose, Isabella rang Christine’s doorbell. Holy shit, the house was stunning. Did she live here all by herself?

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Christine opened the door and smiled. She was in a blue dress with her hair up in a bun. “You look beautiful” she said and smiled.

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“Thank you,” Isabella smiled. “So do you!” She handed her a bottle of wine. “I felt bad coming empty-handed. I know I’m not legal, but the liquor store by campus is pretty lenient.”

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She laughed and took the wine. “I happen to love wine so you did good” she teased and let her in.

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She smiled and stepped in. “Your home is beautiful,” she murmured. “You’re…you’re single, right?”

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“Oh thank you” she said and smiled. “Yes I am” she said and set the wine on the countertop.

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She nodded and looked around nervously. “I hope I didn’t interrupt any plans tonight…”

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“No! Not at all” she said and smiled. “Want a glass of wine? I have a few snacks out too. I’m a bit of a health nut. So it’s hummus and carrots and crackers.”

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“I’d love one,” she said. “Thank you. And hummus is my favorite.” She did have a really nice ass…

“So…that yoga studio you brought up earlier? Do you think you could refer me to it?”

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Christine smiled and poured her a glass. “Oh of course!” She said. She wrote down the name of the studio and the address. “There. Rose is amazing. She’s an old friend of mine” she said and handed the note and the glass of wine to her.

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Isabella smiled and looked at the paper. “Thank you so much,” she said. She looked up at her and took a sip of her wine. “I need it. I like to work out on the regular, but I think practicing yoga would really help me with…everything.”

"It's very relaxing" she said and smiled. She smiled and cupped her cheek. "Relax... wanna go sit on the couch?"

Erik smiled. "You're very welcome" he said. He sat down and started to eat. Christine moved closer to the table and smiled. "Go on, eat up."

“You’re right” she said and started to read. She loved this. This was motherhood. And it was magical. When the book was done she set it down and thought. “I’m in the mood for some caramel hot chocolate” she said and smiled. “Want to help me make it?”

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Isabella nestled close to her mother, drinking in her warmth and her loving voice. She looked up at her tiredly when they finished and nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’m a little sleepy, though.”

“Well then you rest as when you wake up we’ll have dinner and that hot chocolate ready for you. Did you take your nap at the day care?” She asked.

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She looked down and hid in her chest. “I tried,” she whispered. “B-but I had a bad dream.”

“Okay. Well I’m here. And you know I never let any bad dreams come in. Ever” she said and kissed her temple. “Rest now”

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Isabella nodded and rested her head against her mother’s chest. “I love you, Mommy,” she whispered, her little, dimpled hand coming to rest on Christine’s cheek.

Christine smiled and held the hand to her cheek. “I love you, little duck” she said.

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Isabella smiled. “Quack quack,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “I want Papa, too.”

Christine giggled and held her tighter. “Papa will be here soon. For now rest. When you open your eyes he will be there”

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“Promise?” she asked.

“Of course I promise. I always keep my promises don’t I?”

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Isabella nodded. “Uh huh,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “Can I have a lullaby?” she asked.

She nodded and rubbed her daughters back. She gently sang, about a garden and a safe haven for her.

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Isabella fell asleep contently in her mother’s arms, waking a bit later at the feeling of someone’s familiar, loving touch. She’d know it anywhere.

“Papa!” she murmured sleepily, lazily holding her arms up to him.

Erik smiled and picked up his little girl. She was so tiny, she fit just perfectly against his chest. “Hello, flower” he said and held one hand on her head. “How was your nap?”

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“Good,” she murmured, closing her eyes again and nuzzling into his chest. “I missed you.”

He smiled. “I always miss you at work” he said and kissed her forehead. Christine watched with a smile. “I promised you’d wake up with papa” she said.

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Isabella giggled and nodded. She put a hand on her father’s cheek and smiled, pressing her nose to his.

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Let’s go get some dinner ready” he said and bounced Isabella gently as he walked to the kitchen.

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Isabella giggled softly again as she was bounced and held tightly to her father as she was carried downstairs. “Can I help you cook, Papa?”

“Of course!” He said and smiled. “I always appreciate a little helper”

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She rested her cheek against his shoulder with a soft, content smile. She grinned up at him as he gently set her on her stool. “My apron?” she asked. “The pink one with the white polka dots? Can you wear yours, too, Maman??”

Christine laughed and got all three aprons. Erik smiled and helped Isabella tie hers. “You look so cute” Christine said and kissed her cheek.

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Isabella kissed her mother’s cheek and hugged her. “And you look beautiful, Mama.”

Christine smiled as her heart blossomed. Her little daughter. She was too sweet to handle at times. “Well, what are we making?” She asked and looked to her husband.

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“Papa, can we make risotto?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Pretty please? Or your special mac and cheese?”

Christine chuckled. “Mac and cheese. Well do risotto tomorrow. I don’t have everything for it” he said and smiled.

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She nodded. “Okay! Can we use muzza…motor…mozzarelli?!” she asked, her face scrunching as she tried to remember.

“Mozzarella” Christine said slowly and smiled. “You’re such an Italian girl. Erik are you secretly italian?”

“Nope. All french. You?” “French and Swedish” she said. “I guess that you’re just a special exception” she teased and kissed her nose.

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Isabella repeated the word after her mother, marveling at how pretty the proper pronunciation sounded as it rolled off of her tongue.

She laughed. “Aunt Rose teaches me a lot!” she said proudly. “She even lets me call her Zia! That means aunt in Italian.”

Erik laughed. “Maybe we can get you into some Italian lessons. Would that be fun? You’re already good at french and English. I don’t see why you couldn’t handle Italian” he said as he got the cheese and grater.

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Isabella furrowed her brows. “But Aunt Rose already teaches me so much.” She shrugged. “I want to take gymnastics…”

Erik nodded. “Gymnastics. Then Aunt Rose can teach you all you want to know” he said. Christine nodded and started boiling the water.

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Isabella squealed and jumped up and down excitedly. “Thank you, Papa!”

“Me and maman will discuss it more. I dunno if you can have dance and gymnastics. And I know you wanted to do dance too. I love you to bits, but you can’t do everything okay?”

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Isabella pouted, but nodded. “Okay…I think I like dancing more. I wanna be like Maman when I’m big. She looks like a princess when she dances!”

“Dancing it is” he said and smiled. He finished helping Isabella with what she could do and finished the meal himself. “Alright. “What kind of juice?”

Christine went to the fridge. “We’ve got Apple and mixed and pomegranate juice” she said to Bella.

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Isabella went over to the fridge to stand by her mother, resting her cheek against her thigh and clutching the bottom of her pretty blue cardigan. “Um…apple,” she decided, looking up at her.

Christine got a juice box out and handed it to Isabella. Her hand then went to the girl’s hair and smiled. “Go sit down” she said and smiled.

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“Thank you, Mommy,” she said, sipping on it. She held her arms up.

Christine smiled and picked her up. “My little cuddle bug” she said and kissed her daughters cheek. God this is what motherhood was. That warm swelling feeling in her chest whenever she laid eyes on the little girl she had carried for nine months. “I love you so much. You know that right?” She whispered into her hair.

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Isabella smiled and nodded softly. “Uh huh,” she whispered. “I love you, too, Mommy. So so much.” She clung tightly to her and closed her eyes.

Christine smiled and sat down with Isabella in her lap. She stroked the girl’s hair and closed her eyes happily. “You’re my perfect little angel” she whispered. “Perfectly imperfect”

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Perfectly imperfect. She loved when Mommy said that. She hummed happily and placed a hand on her cheek.

Christine hummed and rocked her. “Want to eat in my lap tonight? Cause I don’t want to let you go just yet” she teased and pushed a few curls from the girl’s face.

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Isabella giggled and nodded excitedly. “I don’t wanna move!” she giggled.

Christine laughed and held her tighter. Erik came out with theirfood and smiled seeing them. "Here's yours Belle" he said and set down her plate. He made Christine's as well, then his and sat down.

“You’re right” she said and started to read. She loved this. This was motherhood. And it was magical. When the book was done she set it down and thought. “I’m in the mood for some caramel hot chocolate” she said and smiled. “Want to help me make it?”

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Isabella nestled close to her mother, drinking in her warmth and her loving voice. She looked up at her tiredly when they finished and nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’m a little sleepy, though.”

“Well then you rest as when you wake up we’ll have dinner and that hot chocolate ready for you. Did you take your nap at the day care?” She asked.

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She looked down and hid in her chest. “I tried,” she whispered. “B-but I had a bad dream.”

“Okay. Well I’m here. And you know I never let any bad dreams come in. Ever” she said and kissed her temple. “Rest now”

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Isabella nodded and rested her head against her mother’s chest. “I love you, Mommy,” she whispered, her little, dimpled hand coming to rest on Christine’s cheek.

Christine smiled and held the hand to her cheek. “I love you, little duck” she said.

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Isabella smiled. “Quack quack,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “I want Papa, too.”

Christine giggled and held her tighter. “Papa will be here soon. For now rest. When you open your eyes he will be there”

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“Promise?” she asked.

“Of course I promise. I always keep my promises don’t I?”

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Isabella nodded. “Uh huh,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “Can I have a lullaby?” she asked.

She nodded and rubbed her daughters back. She gently sang, about a garden and a safe haven for her.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella fell asleep contently in her mother’s arms, waking a bit later at the feeling of someone’s familiar, loving touch. She’d know it anywhere.

“Papa!” she murmured sleepily, lazily holding her arms up to him.

Erik smiled and picked up his little girl. She was so tiny, she fit just perfectly against his chest. “Hello, flower” he said and held one hand on her head. “How was your nap?”

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“Good,” she murmured, closing her eyes again and nuzzling into his chest. “I missed you.”

He smiled. “I always miss you at work” he said and kissed her forehead. Christine watched with a smile. “I promised you’d wake up with papa” she said.

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Isabella giggled and nodded. She put a hand on her father’s cheek and smiled, pressing her nose to his.

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Let’s go get some dinner ready” he said and bounced Isabella gently as he walked to the kitchen.

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Isabella giggled softly again as she was bounced and held tightly to her father as she was carried downstairs. “Can I help you cook, Papa?”

“Of course!” He said and smiled. “I always appreciate a little helper”

christine-the-soprano-31

She rested her cheek against his shoulder with a soft, content smile. She grinned up at him as he gently set her on her stool. “My apron?” she asked. “The pink one with the white polka dots? Can you wear yours, too, Maman??”

Christine laughed and got all three aprons. Erik smiled and helped Isabella tie hers. “You look so cute” Christine said and kissed her cheek.

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Isabella kissed her mother’s cheek and hugged her. “And you look beautiful, Mama.”

Christine smiled as her heart blossomed. Her little daughter. She was too sweet to handle at times. “Well, what are we making?” She asked and looked to her husband.

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“Papa, can we make risotto?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Pretty please? Or your special mac and cheese?”

Christine chuckled. “Mac and cheese. Well do risotto tomorrow. I don’t have everything for it” he said and smiled.

christine-the-soprano-31

She nodded. “Okay! Can we use muzza…motor…mozzarelli?!” she asked, her face scrunching as she tried to remember.

“Mozzarella” Christine said slowly and smiled. “You’re such an Italian girl. Erik are you secretly italian?”

“Nope. All french. You?” “French and Swedish” she said. “I guess that you’re just a special exception” she teased and kissed her nose.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella repeated the word after her mother, marveling at how pretty the proper pronunciation sounded as it rolled off of her tongue.

She laughed. “Aunt Rose teaches me a lot!” she said proudly. “She even lets me call her Zia! That means aunt in Italian.”

Erik laughed. “Maybe we can get you into some Italian lessons. Would that be fun? You’re already good at french and English. I don’t see why you couldn’t handle Italian” he said as he got the cheese and grater.

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Isabella furrowed her brows. “But Aunt Rose already teaches me so much.” She shrugged. “I want to take gymnastics…”

Erik nodded. “Gymnastics. Then Aunt Rose can teach you all you want to know” he said. Christine nodded and started boiling the water.

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Isabella squealed and jumped up and down excitedly. “Thank you, Papa!”

“Me and maman will discuss it more. I dunno if you can have dance and gymnastics. And I know you wanted to do dance too. I love you to bits, but you can’t do everything okay?”

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Isabella pouted, but nodded. “Okay…I think I like dancing more. I wanna be like Maman when I’m big. She looks like a princess when she dances!”

“Dancing it is” he said and smiled. He finished helping Isabella with what she could do and finished the meal himself. “Alright. “What kind of juice?”

Christine went to the fridge. “We’ve got Apple and mixed and pomegranate juice” she said to Bella.

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Isabella went over to the fridge to stand by her mother, resting her cheek against her thigh and clutching the bottom of her pretty blue cardigan. “Um…apple,” she decided, looking up at her.

Christine got a juice box out and handed it to Isabella. Her hand then went to the girl’s hair and smiled. “Go sit down” she said and smiled.

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“Thank you, Mommy,” she said, sipping on it. She held her arms up.

Christine smiled and picked her up. “My little cuddle bug” she said and kissed her daughters cheek. God this is what motherhood was. That warm swelling feeling in her chest whenever she laid eyes on the little girl she had carried for nine months. “I love you so much. You know that right?” She whispered into her hair.

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Isabella smiled and nodded softly. “Uh huh,” she whispered. “I love you, too, Mommy. So so much.” She clung tightly to her and closed her eyes.

Christine smiled and sat down with Isabella in her lap. She stroked the girl’s hair and closed her eyes happily. “You’re my perfect little angel” she whispered. “Perfectly imperfect”

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Perfectly imperfect. She loved when Mommy said that. She hummed happily and placed a hand on her cheek.

Christine hummed and rocked her. "Want to eat in my lap tonight? Cause I don't want to let you go just yet" she teased and pushed a few curls from the girl's face.

“You’re right” she said and started to read. She loved this. This was motherhood. And it was magical. When the book was done she set it down and thought. “I’m in the mood for some caramel hot chocolate” she said and smiled. “Want to help me make it?”

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Isabella nestled close to her mother, drinking in her warmth and her loving voice. She looked up at her tiredly when they finished and nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’m a little sleepy, though.”

“Well then you rest as when you wake up we’ll have dinner and that hot chocolate ready for you. Did you take your nap at the day care?” She asked.

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She looked down and hid in her chest. “I tried,” she whispered. “B-but I had a bad dream.”

“Okay. Well I’m here. And you know I never let any bad dreams come in. Ever” she said and kissed her temple. “Rest now”

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Isabella nodded and rested her head against her mother’s chest. “I love you, Mommy,” she whispered, her little, dimpled hand coming to rest on Christine’s cheek.

Christine smiled and held the hand to her cheek. “I love you, little duck” she said.

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Isabella smiled. “Quack quack,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “I want Papa, too.”

Christine giggled and held her tighter. “Papa will be here soon. For now rest. When you open your eyes he will be there”

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“Promise?” she asked.

“Of course I promise. I always keep my promises don’t I?”

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Isabella nodded. “Uh huh,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “Can I have a lullaby?” she asked.

She nodded and rubbed her daughters back. She gently sang, about a garden and a safe haven for her.

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Isabella fell asleep contently in her mother’s arms, waking a bit later at the feeling of someone’s familiar, loving touch. She’d know it anywhere.

“Papa!” she murmured sleepily, lazily holding her arms up to him.

Erik smiled and picked up his little girl. She was so tiny, she fit just perfectly against his chest. “Hello, flower” he said and held one hand on her head. “How was your nap?”

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“Good,” she murmured, closing her eyes again and nuzzling into his chest. “I missed you.”

He smiled. “I always miss you at work” he said and kissed her forehead. Christine watched with a smile. “I promised you’d wake up with papa” she said.

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Isabella giggled and nodded. She put a hand on her father’s cheek and smiled, pressing her nose to his.

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Let’s go get some dinner ready” he said and bounced Isabella gently as he walked to the kitchen.

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Isabella giggled softly again as she was bounced and held tightly to her father as she was carried downstairs. “Can I help you cook, Papa?”

“Of course!” He said and smiled. “I always appreciate a little helper”

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She rested her cheek against his shoulder with a soft, content smile. She grinned up at him as he gently set her on her stool. “My apron?” she asked. “The pink one with the white polka dots? Can you wear yours, too, Maman??”

Christine laughed and got all three aprons. Erik smiled and helped Isabella tie hers. “You look so cute” Christine said and kissed her cheek.

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Isabella kissed her mother’s cheek and hugged her. “And you look beautiful, Mama.”

Christine smiled as her heart blossomed. Her little daughter. She was too sweet to handle at times. “Well, what are we making?” She asked and looked to her husband.

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“Papa, can we make risotto?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Pretty please? Or your special mac and cheese?”

Christine chuckled. “Mac and cheese. Well do risotto tomorrow. I don’t have everything for it” he said and smiled.

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She nodded. “Okay! Can we use muzza…motor…mozzarelli?!” she asked, her face scrunching as she tried to remember.

“Mozzarella” Christine said slowly and smiled. “You’re such an Italian girl. Erik are you secretly italian?”

“Nope. All french. You?” “French and Swedish” she said. “I guess that you’re just a special exception” she teased and kissed her nose.

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Isabella repeated the word after her mother, marveling at how pretty the proper pronunciation sounded as it rolled off of her tongue.

She laughed. “Aunt Rose teaches me a lot!” she said proudly. “She even lets me call her Zia! That means aunt in Italian.”

Erik laughed. “Maybe we can get you into some Italian lessons. Would that be fun? You’re already good at french and English. I don’t see why you couldn’t handle Italian” he said as he got the cheese and grater.

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Isabella furrowed her brows. “But Aunt Rose already teaches me so much.” She shrugged. “I want to take gymnastics…”

Erik nodded. “Gymnastics. Then Aunt Rose can teach you all you want to know” he said. Christine nodded and started boiling the water.

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Isabella squealed and jumped up and down excitedly. “Thank you, Papa!”

“Me and maman will discuss it more. I dunno if you can have dance and gymnastics. And I know you wanted to do dance too. I love you to bits, but you can’t do everything okay?”

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Isabella pouted, but nodded. “Okay…I think I like dancing more. I wanna be like Maman when I’m big. She looks like a princess when she dances!”

“Dancing it is” he said and smiled. He finished helping Isabella with what she could do and finished the meal himself. “Alright. “What kind of juice?”

Christine went to the fridge. “We’ve got Apple and mixed and pomegranate juice” she said to Bella.

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Isabella went over to the fridge to stand by her mother, resting her cheek against her thigh and clutching the bottom of her pretty blue cardigan. “Um…apple,” she decided, looking up at her.

Christine got a juice box out and handed it to Isabella. Her hand then went to the girl’s hair and smiled. “Go sit down” she said and smiled.

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“Thank you, Mommy,” she said, sipping on it. She held her arms up.

Christine smiled and picked her up. “My little cuddle bug” she said and kissed her daughters cheek. God this is what motherhood was. That warm swelling feeling in her chest whenever she laid eyes on the little girl she had carried for nine months. “I love you so much. You know that right?” She whispered into her hair.

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Isabella smiled and nodded softly. "Uh huh,” she whispered. “I love you, too, Mommy. So so much.” She clung tightly to her and closed her eyes.

Christine smiled and sat down with Isabella in her lap. She stroked the girl's hair and closed her eyes happily. "You're my perfect little angel" she whispered. "Perfectly imperfect"

“You’re right” she said and started to read. She loved this. This was motherhood. And it was magical. When the book was done she set it down and thought. “I’m in the mood for some caramel hot chocolate” she said and smiled. “Want to help me make it?”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella nestled close to her mother, drinking in her warmth and her loving voice. She looked up at her tiredly when they finished and nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’m a little sleepy, though.”

“Well then you rest as when you wake up we’ll have dinner and that hot chocolate ready for you. Did you take your nap at the day care?” She asked.

christine-the-soprano-31

She looked down and hid in her chest. “I tried,” she whispered. “B-but I had a bad dream.”

“Okay. Well I’m here. And you know I never let any bad dreams come in. Ever” she said and kissed her temple. “Rest now”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella nodded and rested her head against her mother’s chest. “I love you, Mommy,” she whispered, her little, dimpled hand coming to rest on Christine’s cheek.

Christine smiled and held the hand to her cheek. “I love you, little duck” she said.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella smiled. “Quack quack,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “I want Papa, too.”

Christine giggled and held her tighter. “Papa will be here soon. For now rest. When you open your eyes he will be there”

christine-the-soprano-31

“Promise?” she asked.

“Of course I promise. I always keep my promises don’t I?”

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Isabella nodded. “Uh huh,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “Can I have a lullaby?” she asked.

She nodded and rubbed her daughters back. She gently sang, about a garden and a safe haven for her.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella fell asleep contently in her mother’s arms, waking a bit later at the feeling of someone’s familiar, loving touch. She’d know it anywhere.

“Papa!” she murmured sleepily, lazily holding her arms up to him.

Erik smiled and picked up his little girl. She was so tiny, she fit just perfectly against his chest. “Hello, flower” he said and held one hand on her head. “How was your nap?”

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“Good,” she murmured, closing her eyes again and nuzzling into his chest. “I missed you.”

He smiled. “I always miss you at work” he said and kissed her forehead. Christine watched with a smile. “I promised you’d wake up with papa” she said.

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Isabella giggled and nodded. She put a hand on her father’s cheek and smiled, pressing her nose to his.

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Let’s go get some dinner ready” he said and bounced Isabella gently as he walked to the kitchen.

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Isabella giggled softly again as she was bounced and held tightly to her father as she was carried downstairs. “Can I help you cook, Papa?”

“Of course!” He said and smiled. “I always appreciate a little helper”

christine-the-soprano-31

She rested her cheek against his shoulder with a soft, content smile. She grinned up at him as he gently set her on her stool. “My apron?” she asked. “The pink one with the white polka dots? Can you wear yours, too, Maman??”

Christine laughed and got all three aprons. Erik smiled and helped Isabella tie hers. “You look so cute” Christine said and kissed her cheek.

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Isabella kissed her mother’s cheek and hugged her. “And you look beautiful, Mama.”

Christine smiled as her heart blossomed. Her little daughter. She was too sweet to handle at times. “Well, what are we making?” She asked and looked to her husband.

christine-the-soprano-31

“Papa, can we make risotto?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Pretty please? Or your special mac and cheese?”

Christine chuckled. “Mac and cheese. Well do risotto tomorrow. I don’t have everything for it” he said and smiled.

christine-the-soprano-31

She nodded. “Okay! Can we use muzza…motor…mozzarelli?!” she asked, her face scrunching as she tried to remember.

“Mozzarella” Christine said slowly and smiled. “You’re such an Italian girl. Erik are you secretly italian?”

“Nope. All french. You?” “French and Swedish” she said. “I guess that you’re just a special exception” she teased and kissed her nose.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella repeated the word after her mother, marveling at how pretty the proper pronunciation sounded as it rolled off of her tongue.

She laughed. “Aunt Rose teaches me a lot!” she said proudly. “She even lets me call her Zia! That means aunt in Italian.”

Erik laughed. “Maybe we can get you into some Italian lessons. Would that be fun? You’re already good at french and English. I don’t see why you couldn’t handle Italian” he said as he got the cheese and grater.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella furrowed her brows. “But Aunt Rose already teaches me so much.” She shrugged. “I want to take gymnastics…”

Erik nodded. “Gymnastics. Then Aunt Rose can teach you all you want to know” he said. Christine nodded and started boiling the water.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella squealed and jumped up and down excitedly. “Thank you, Papa!”

“Me and maman will discuss it more. I dunno if you can have dance and gymnastics. And I know you wanted to do dance too. I love you to bits, but you can’t do everything okay?”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella pouted, but nodded. “Okay…I think I like dancing more. I wanna be like Maman when I’m big. She looks like a princess when she dances!”

“Dancing it is” he said and smiled. He finished helping Isabella with what she could do and finished the meal himself. “Alright. “What kind of juice?”

Christine went to the fridge. “We’ve got Apple and mixed and pomegranate juice” she said to Bella.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella went over to the fridge to stand by her mother, resting her cheek against her thigh and clutching the bottom of her pretty blue cardigan. “Um…apple,” she decided, looking up at her.

Christine got a juice box out and handed it to Isabella. Her hand then went to the girl’s hair and smiled. “Go sit down” she said and smiled.

christine-the-soprano-31

"Thank you, Mommy,” she said, sipping on it. She held her arms up.

Christine smiled and picked her up. "My little cuddle bug" she said and kissed her daughters cheek. God this is what motherhood was. That warm swelling feeling in her chest whenever she laid eyes on the little girl she had carried for nine months. "I love you so much. You know that right?" She whispered into her hair.

“You’re right” she said and started to read. She loved this. This was motherhood. And it was magical. When the book was done she set it down and thought. “I’m in the mood for some caramel hot chocolate” she said and smiled. “Want to help me make it?”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella nestled close to her mother, drinking in her warmth and her loving voice. She looked up at her tiredly when they finished and nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’m a little sleepy, though.”

“Well then you rest as when you wake up we’ll have dinner and that hot chocolate ready for you. Did you take your nap at the day care?” She asked.

christine-the-soprano-31

She looked down and hid in her chest. “I tried,” she whispered. “B-but I had a bad dream.”

“Okay. Well I’m here. And you know I never let any bad dreams come in. Ever” she said and kissed her temple. “Rest now”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella nodded and rested her head against her mother’s chest. “I love you, Mommy,” she whispered, her little, dimpled hand coming to rest on Christine’s cheek.

Christine smiled and held the hand to her cheek. “I love you, little duck” she said.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella smiled. “Quack quack,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “I want Papa, too.”

Christine giggled and held her tighter. “Papa will be here soon. For now rest. When you open your eyes he will be there”

christine-the-soprano-31

“Promise?” she asked.

“Of course I promise. I always keep my promises don’t I?”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella nodded. “Uh huh,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “Can I have a lullaby?” she asked.

She nodded and rubbed her daughters back. She gently sang, about a garden and a safe haven for her.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella fell asleep contently in her mother’s arms, waking a bit later at the feeling of someone’s familiar, loving touch. She’d know it anywhere.

“Papa!” she murmured sleepily, lazily holding her arms up to him.

Erik smiled and picked up his little girl. She was so tiny, she fit just perfectly against his chest. “Hello, flower” he said and held one hand on her head. “How was your nap?”

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“Good,” she murmured, closing her eyes again and nuzzling into his chest. “I missed you.”

He smiled. “I always miss you at work” he said and kissed her forehead. Christine watched with a smile. “I promised you’d wake up with papa” she said.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella giggled and nodded. She put a hand on her father’s cheek and smiled, pressing her nose to his.

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Let’s go get some dinner ready” he said and bounced Isabella gently as he walked to the kitchen.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella giggled softly again as she was bounced and held tightly to her father as she was carried downstairs. “Can I help you cook, Papa?”

“Of course!” He said and smiled. “I always appreciate a little helper”

christine-the-soprano-31

She rested her cheek against his shoulder with a soft, content smile. She grinned up at him as he gently set her on her stool. “My apron?” she asked. “The pink one with the white polka dots? Can you wear yours, too, Maman??”

Christine laughed and got all three aprons. Erik smiled and helped Isabella tie hers. “You look so cute” Christine said and kissed her cheek.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella kissed her mother’s cheek and hugged her. “And you look beautiful, Mama.”

Christine smiled as her heart blossomed. Her little daughter. She was too sweet to handle at times. “Well, what are we making?” She asked and looked to her husband.

christine-the-soprano-31

“Papa, can we make risotto?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Pretty please? Or your special mac and cheese?”

Christine chuckled. “Mac and cheese. Well do risotto tomorrow. I don’t have everything for it” he said and smiled.

christine-the-soprano-31

She nodded. “Okay! Can we use muzza…motor…mozzarelli?!” she asked, her face scrunching as she tried to remember.

“Mozzarella” Christine said slowly and smiled. “You’re such an Italian girl. Erik are you secretly italian?”

“Nope. All french. You?” “French and Swedish” she said. “I guess that you’re just a special exception” she teased and kissed her nose.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella repeated the word after her mother, marveling at how pretty the proper pronunciation sounded as it rolled off of her tongue.

She laughed. “Aunt Rose teaches me a lot!” she said proudly. “She even lets me call her Zia! That means aunt in Italian.”

Erik laughed. “Maybe we can get you into some Italian lessons. Would that be fun? You’re already good at french and English. I don’t see why you couldn’t handle Italian” he said as he got the cheese and grater.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella furrowed her brows. “But Aunt Rose already teaches me so much.” She shrugged. “I want to take gymnastics…”

Erik nodded. “Gymnastics. Then Aunt Rose can teach you all you want to know” he said. Christine nodded and started boiling the water.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella squealed and jumped up and down excitedly. “Thank you, Papa!”

“Me and maman will discuss it more. I dunno if you can have dance and gymnastics. And I know you wanted to do dance too. I love you to bits, but you can’t do everything okay?”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella pouted, but nodded. “Okay…I think I like dancing more. I wanna be like Maman when I’m big. She looks like a princess when she dances!”

“Dancing it is” he said and smiled. He finished helping Isabella with what she could do and finished the meal himself. “Alright. “What kind of juice?”

Christine went to the fridge. “We’ve got Apple and mixed and pomegranate juice” she said to Bella.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella went over to the fridge to stand by her mother, resting her cheek against her thigh and clutching the bottom of her pretty blue cardigan. "Um…apple,” she decided, looking up at her.

Christine got a juice box out and handed it to Isabella. Her hand then went to the girl's hair and smiled. "Go sit down" she said and smiled.

“You’re right” she said and started to read. She loved this. This was motherhood. And it was magical. When the book was done she set it down and thought. “I’m in the mood for some caramel hot chocolate” she said and smiled. “Want to help me make it?”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella nestled close to her mother, drinking in her warmth and her loving voice. She looked up at her tiredly when they finished and nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’m a little sleepy, though.”

“Well then you rest as when you wake up we’ll have dinner and that hot chocolate ready for you. Did you take your nap at the day care?” She asked.

christine-the-soprano-31

She looked down and hid in her chest. “I tried,” she whispered. “B-but I had a bad dream.”

“Okay. Well I’m here. And you know I never let any bad dreams come in. Ever” she said and kissed her temple. “Rest now”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella nodded and rested her head against her mother’s chest. “I love you, Mommy,” she whispered, her little, dimpled hand coming to rest on Christine’s cheek.

Christine smiled and held the hand to her cheek. “I love you, little duck” she said.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella smiled. “Quack quack,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “I want Papa, too.”

Christine giggled and held her tighter. “Papa will be here soon. For now rest. When you open your eyes he will be there”

christine-the-soprano-31

“Promise?” she asked.

“Of course I promise. I always keep my promises don’t I?”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella nodded. “Uh huh,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “Can I have a lullaby?” she asked.

She nodded and rubbed her daughters back. She gently sang, about a garden and a safe haven for her.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella fell asleep contently in her mother’s arms, waking a bit later at the feeling of someone’s familiar, loving touch. She’d know it anywhere.

“Papa!” she murmured sleepily, lazily holding her arms up to him.

Erik smiled and picked up his little girl. She was so tiny, she fit just perfectly against his chest. “Hello, flower” he said and held one hand on her head. “How was your nap?”

christine-the-soprano-31

“Good,” she murmured, closing her eyes again and nuzzling into his chest. “I missed you.”

He smiled. “I always miss you at work” he said and kissed her forehead. Christine watched with a smile. “I promised you’d wake up with papa” she said.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella giggled and nodded. She put a hand on her father’s cheek and smiled, pressing her nose to his.

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Let’s go get some dinner ready” he said and bounced Isabella gently as he walked to the kitchen.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella giggled softly again as she was bounced and held tightly to her father as she was carried downstairs. “Can I help you cook, Papa?”

“Of course!” He said and smiled. “I always appreciate a little helper”

christine-the-soprano-31

She rested her cheek against his shoulder with a soft, content smile. She grinned up at him as he gently set her on her stool. “My apron?” she asked. “The pink one with the white polka dots? Can you wear yours, too, Maman??”

Christine laughed and got all three aprons. Erik smiled and helped Isabella tie hers. “You look so cute” Christine said and kissed her cheek.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella kissed her mother’s cheek and hugged her. “And you look beautiful, Mama.”

Christine smiled as her heart blossomed. Her little daughter. She was too sweet to handle at times. “Well, what are we making?” She asked and looked to her husband.

christine-the-soprano-31

“Papa, can we make risotto?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Pretty please? Or your special mac and cheese?”

Christine chuckled. “Mac and cheese. Well do risotto tomorrow. I don’t have everything for it” he said and smiled.

christine-the-soprano-31

She nodded. “Okay! Can we use muzza…motor…mozzarelli?!” she asked, her face scrunching as she tried to remember.

“Mozzarella” Christine said slowly and smiled. “You’re such an Italian girl. Erik are you secretly italian?”

“Nope. All french. You?” “French and Swedish” she said. “I guess that you’re just a special exception” she teased and kissed her nose.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella repeated the word after her mother, marveling at how pretty the proper pronunciation sounded as it rolled off of her tongue.

She laughed. “Aunt Rose teaches me a lot!” she said proudly. “She even lets me call her Zia! That means aunt in Italian.”

Erik laughed. “Maybe we can get you into some Italian lessons. Would that be fun? You’re already good at french and English. I don’t see why you couldn’t handle Italian” he said as he got the cheese and grater.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella furrowed her brows. “But Aunt Rose already teaches me so much.” She shrugged. “I want to take gymnastics…”

Erik nodded. “Gymnastics. Then Aunt Rose can teach you all you want to know” he said. Christine nodded and started boiling the water.

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella squealed and jumped up and down excitedly. “Thank you, Papa!”

“Me and maman will discuss it more. I dunno if you can have dance and gymnastics. And I know you wanted to do dance too. I love you to bits, but you can’t do everything okay?”

christine-the-soprano-31

Isabella pouted, but nodded. “Okay…I think I like dancing more. I wanna be like Maman when I’m big. She looks like a princess when she dances!”

"Dancing it is" he said and smiled. He finished helping Isabella with what she could do and finished the meal himself. "Alright. "What kind of juice?"

Christine went to the fridge. "We've got Apple and mixed and pomegranate juice" she said to Bella.

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