Daughters of the Rock Star
I don't own anything. Just Nessa and Lexi.
Seventeen years after Shatterglass, Nessa and Lexi both find out about their father...
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:
Many thank yous to my good friend, Angel Rose, for proofreading my fanfictions!
About an hour later, Nessa was deamed fit to go home and rest. She loudly protested that she would be much better beating the living shit out of a punching bag at the Black Dogs gym where she and Lexi both worked out, but Lexi glared at her kid sister and told her that she was "going to rest, or so may God help you if I have to tie you to your bed!"
After that, Nessa was peaceful.
Erik inisted on carrying Nessa out to the car, to the horror of the nurses. They would not permit for a French rock star to even dream of doing something like that, however once Erik told them how he was related to Lexi and Nessa, they were all but happy to let him carry Nessa.
Erik carefully nestled Nessa in the backseat of Christine's hot pink Mustang, which she said was "to keep car thieves from even thinking of taking my car," to Erik's amusement. Lexi settled herself next to her twin and began to loveingly braid her hair. Erik caught the eldest of the twins hugging a song that he thought he reconized, but he wasn't sure. He looked to Christine to see if she knew the song.
"There was a field in my old town
Where we always played hand in hand
The wind was gently touching the grass
We were so young, so fearless
Then I dreamt over and over
Of you holding me tight under the stars
I made a promise to my dear lord
I will love you forever
Time has passed
So much has changed
But the field remains in my heart
Oh, where are you?
I need to tell you I still love you
So I reach out for you
You fly around me like a butterfly
Your voice still echoes in my heart
You are my true love
There was a field in my old town
Where in spring all flowers blossomed wide
We were chasing butterflies
Hand in hand 'til close of day
Your voice still echoes in my heart"
Lexi sang, her young, innocent voice surprising Eik greatly. She was a true born opera singer!
"Just like your mother," murmured Erik softly as Nessa drifted off to sleep.
Fifteen mintes later, the family of four arrived at home; a rather spacious cottage with seven bedrooms and six and a half bathrooms. There was a large kitchen, perfect for cooking large meals, a big dining room that had been converted into a dance studio, a family room that was the size of a small stage, and a backyard with a underground pool.
Erik was amazed at Christine's home as Lexi showed him to her sister's and her's shared bedroom.
"We like to do everything together," she explained, pushing open a door to show Erik the second largest bedroom in the small cottage-manor home. The bedroom was split across the middle, with privecy curtains hanging around each iron daybed. Lexi's were in hot pink and black, Nessa's were in royal blue and black. Lexi skipped into the room, barking at Erik to "come in and set my little baby sister down GENTLY" as she grabbed a bottle of makeup remover and began to wipe her face clean.
Erik laid Nessa down onto her bed and cradled her face in his hands before kissing her forhead. Nessa's mouth twitched up into a smile which lit up her beautiful face and made her seem flawless to Erik. He turned and saw Lexi was in her nightgown (black with lace trim) and was gently brushing her hair with a hairbrush.
"I haven't eaten anything for thirteen days!" cried Lexi, bolting from the bedroom, leaving Erik alone with Nessa.
"Bonjour, Vanessa," he murmured softly, his fingers tracing her disformation gently as he crouched down next to his youngest daughter. "My name is Erik Destler and I am your father."
Nessa stirred and her hands wrapped themselves around the lapels of his jecket. She snuggled herself closer to Erik, an ear splitting smile stretched across her face as she slumbered.
Erik smiled down at Nessa before cradling his in her arms and drifting off for a light nap.