First of all I'd like to apologize for the amount of time it took me to update this. Needless to say I have countless excuses as to why I haven't, such as writer's block and not enough time in my busy schedule. I'm really sorry but I'll try to make up for it.

Once again, I awoke with her in my arms. I couldn't help but watch her face, entranced by the way she looked so peaceful when sleeping. What we had shared the night before still seemed like a dream to me. A wonderful dream, but something conjured by my imagination nevertheless. I carefully emerged from the bed, from the covers containing her warmth, and headed down the stairs after dressing in trousers and a fresh shirt.

I called to John, and asked if we had any food that I may prepare for breakfast. He nodded his head and replied, "Please monsieur, allow me to prepare a meal for you and mademoiselle."

I shook my head and said, "No that's quite alright John, I wish to cook for her. Lay out the ingredients and you may be dismissed after that."

He bowed, "Monsieur," then stalked towards the kitchen to set about his given task.

In truth, I was nervous about preparing a meal for Christine. I really was not much of a chef. As always I was extremely impatient when it came to anything really, and unfortunately cooking required said patience. I could do it though, it was only cooking. Yes, I was a feared and powerful man, how could I be intimidated by the mere thought of preparing a meal? With that thought in my head, I stalked toward the kitchen where the ingredients had been lied out for me.

I stretched out when I woke up, reminiscing in memories of the night before. I looked about me, but could not see him. By the bedside I saw a wash basin, beside that lay a single red rose on the nightstand. I smiled, and proceeded to freshen up before going down to find Erik. I then slipped into a simple, light blue dress, and tied back my untamable hair back with a baby blue ribbon. I examined my body in the mirror, twisting this way and that, until I was satisfied with my appearance. Finally, I left the room to meet my angel downstairs.

As I entered the main room, I was engulfed in smoke. My eyes began to tear up, and I coughed violently, searching for the source of it. "Erik!" I choked out. Good lord, I hoped he was alright. My God, either there was a house fire or he was….cooking!

Once before in his lair I witnessed his attempts at preparing supper. It ended with the supposed meal being thrown into the lake. All these years I wondered how he survived on his terrible cooking skills.

I fumbled my way into the kitchen, and I heard none other than Erik, swearing colorful curses. "Erik," I said again. He continued his cursing, oblivious to my calling. He was surrounded by a haze of smoke, and on the stove before him a bright blaze began.

"God damnit!" Erik shouted, grabbing around for something to put out the fire. His hand landed on an oven mitt and he snatched it, beating at the red hot blaze.

When the oven mitt caught fire he yelped in pain as his hand was burned for a moment. I stumbled around in the kitchen, amongst the chaos of the fire and grasped a pitcher of what looked like freshly squeezed orange juice. Oh well, I thought as I ran forward, the juice sloshing and covering me with stickiness. "It's ok! This will put it out!" I shouted at Erik, who looked at me for the first time in surprise. As I came up to the stove with the drink, I suddenly tripped on the hem of my gown and flailed dangerously close to the fire, but managed to pour what was left of the pitcher onto the stove. Erik gave a shout, launched forward and grabbed the back of my dress.

We both fell onto the floor awkwardly, slipping on some of the spilt orange juice. I thought it was all over, when I sniffed the air and smelled something, on me, burning. My eyes widened.

"Erik, Erik my hair is on fire!" I shouted, debating whether to pad the flames down, I couldn't quite think straight.

Erik jumped into action however, using his hands to smother the fire. "John! Bring water or anything! Get over here now!" he shouted, and it echoed throughout the house.

Only a few seconds later, John came rushing into the kitchen shouting, "It's tomato juice monsieur!"

"I don't give a damn John pour it over her right now, her hair is on fire!" John hurled the juice at me, covering both Erik and I in the substance. Moments later I opened my eyes and gazed at Erik, who looked absolutely comical covered in the red juice. He gaped at me, quite unbelieving of all the chaos that had occurred in such a short amount of time.

Unsure of what to say I choked out, "Good morning." Then I burst into a fit of laughter at the hilarity of it all. It might have been the near death experience causing the insane giggling, but I fell over clutching my stomach out of the strength of the laughter shaking my entire body. Tears pricked at my eyes as I tried to talk to Erik.

"You-you really shouldn't cook Erik. It-it'll be the d-death of me!" I made a choking noise and once again rolled onto the floor, giggling hard as I thought must be possible. Both men looked at me as if I had lost my mind. In truth, I probably had.

I looked back up at Erik who stared at me, then as if on cue, began to chuckle, low and deep. His laughs rumbled throughout the household, bouncing and reverberating off of the walls. The butler joined in, and soon we were all laughing like mad men.

A few minutes later, after my abdomen could endure all it could of the giggling, I sat up. Erik's laughter had died down as well, and John had busied himself cleaning up the mess. We all pitched in to mop the floors, opened the windows to clear out the smoke.

As formal as ever the butler announced, "Monsieur and mademoiselle, we do have some fresh fruit if you would like some."

"That would be excellent John," I said, smiling widely. He bowed, and left to prepare us the food.

Erik draped an arm about my waist and declared, "Let's go wash off. This has been a quite eventful morning, my love." I nodded my head as we trudged upstairs, dripping orange and tomato juice.

He pulled me inside of our room, kissing me hard on lips. "Erik," I murmured against his mouth.

"Mmmmm?" he responded.

I broke the kiss despite his protests. "I'm going to do the cooking, alright?"

He gave a sigh of defeat and nodded his head. "I just wanted to do something nice for you Christine, and I screwed it all up. I'm sorry," he said, looking at me with sad eyes.

"Darling, it was a kind gesture and I appreciate how much thought you put into it. It's fine my, love. Now, why don't we wash this juice off of each other?" I asked with a smile.

He growled low in his throat and whispered wickedly, "Ladies first."

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! I found it to be a lot of fun to write and hopefully you thought it was funny to. Lot's of fluff, but hey, I wanted to start out there new life together with a light approach. As always I would love some reviews, they keep me writing! Thanks for reading guys :)