Fluff Starter for Erik

[Magda Eisenhardt]

For Erik Lehnsherr

“But I want to hear you sing.” <3

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

Erik couldn't help but smile at Magda's insistence as she told him she wanted to hear him sing. He moved to lie next to her, one arm around her from behind as the other went to her stomach. One that had expanded and now showed very clear signed that she was expecting a baby. Their baby. "I haven't done so for many years." If ever. But then again, he had never had a time in his life where he felt at peace enough to sing. The memories of his mother and father singing to him at night, different traditional lullabies that had been passed down through each generation . . . were precious ones.

He'd never thought he would be in a position where he would have a chance to pass them down to the next. Until now. Until marrying Magda and now, having a baby together. He had though been caught humming by her, in the hopes of the baby growing familiar with his voice as it grew in her womb. But singing . . . that was not yet something he'd fully delved into . . . yet. "Perhaps when the baby comes," he said a bit teasingly, his hand moving over her belly as his smile grew at the thought that with each passing day, drew them closer to greeting their child into the world.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Take my hand, take my whole life too

Magda had never felt this sort of pleased joy in her life! She was going to be a mother, and married to a handsome, honorable man who treated her so well! She been drifting when she caught him humming to the baby! Erik had such a wonderful voice for humming! It was deep and melodic and she wanted to hear him sign the song he was humming! Laying here in bed together, she was trying to playfully beg and plead with him to sing to her! She felt like a little kid, begging for hints of gift before the holidays! She knew the playful begging was all int he fun of the moment, but she really did wish to hear him sing! She wanted to know if the song was Polish or something American. She wanted to know how he knew it, and what it meant to him.

"Erik! Please," She repeated her words from moments ago. His hand was large and warm on her belly, and Magda loved that he was trying to feel close to the baby! She wasn't far off from giving birth, so they wouldn't have to wait to much longer. "I want to know the words! It was a beautiful song!" Her fingers brushed his hair back, and tangled and toyed with the short stands. This joy in her heart here, this peace! It was perfect! "I will kiss you if you sing to me!" She offered a playful trade!

For I can't help falling in love with you

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

Erik's smile grew with his wife's plea, one that was difficult to not give in to. While he wasn't shy about his voice, it was more the emotional sentiment that came along with it. He hadn't even fully realized he was humming, for it felt so . . . natural. Perhaps a paternal instinct that just took over. Her playful reward for if he sang made him more eager to do so . . . but he also wanted to explain the hesitation. And that it was not due to lack of desire for giving her what she asked for.

"My father used to sing to me," he began to tell her. "A tradition in my family for generations." For his father used to sing to him, and his before him. "One that I hope to carry on." When the baby came, perhaps even before them. "And it is all thanks to you, for giving me the chance to do so," he added on, kissing her on the cheek. Though she had told him that shewould give him a kiss if he sang, he couldn't help but steal one himself.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Take my hand, take my whole life too

He spoke of his father, and how she had would give him the chance to carry on a tradition. Magda smiled and shifted in his arms so that she could rest her head on his arm, and somewhat face him, though her belly kept her from being able to lay fully against him. She kissed him anyway, letting her lips lightly brush over his.

"Tell me about your father." She asked, knowing some of it, but not knowing that he sang to Erik. She wanted to know more about the man who had taught him this song. Magda and Erik had broth lost their parents when they were young, and she knew that sometimes it was easy to say things with fondness, and that sometimes the memories took over. She hoped that Erik could share a few good memories tonight, without the darker ones taking hold of them.

For I can't help falling in love with you