Erik and I were still sitting on the sofa. He had is head on my lap and his hand on my stomach. He was singing a lullaby to our unborn baby with a huge smile across his face. I caressed his cheek and smiled at him as he sang. He wasn't wearing his mask. I loved when I felt comfortable enough not to wear it. Besides when we were being intimate or sleeping. It made me happy, because I knew he felt safe. I kissed his forehead and he smiled up at me.
" I love you Erik.
I love you too Christine.
Erik?
Yes dear?"
There was another loud crash from above us. We both tensed up.
"I know it's probably nothing, but-
Yes, I will go see what's going on up there."
He smiled up at me. As he sat up he gave me a small peck on the lips. There was another crash. I watched him put his mask on. He turned to me with a smile on his face.
"Don't worry, everything will be alright. I'll be alright. So will you."
He kissed my cheek and I watched and he glided towards the lake. As he started to paddle he turned and waved with a grin on his face. I waved back and smiled at him. My Erik. The sweetest man I've ever known. I laid back down and closed my eyes. My hands were resting on my stomach, I though about our little baby. Little Gustave, or Rosalie. No matter what, we'd have a beautiful baby.
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I was holding something small in my arms. I had to make myself focus to see what it was. It was a baby! A baby swaddled in blankets. Erik was sitting next to me, tears in his eyes. Everything was blurry. I was crying as well. Something red caught my eye. There was a figure, crouched at the edge of the bed. It had red, glowing eyes. I focused harder and saw who it was. Raoul. He bared a set of pointed teeth.
"How could you Christine? You had everything! You had me! With him? A child with that thing!?"
He growled as he inched closer. I wanted to get up. Run. Turn to Erik. Scream. Something. But I couldn't. Raoul was everywhere.
"He took something from me. Now I'm going to take something from him."
He grinned. I watched helpless as he ripped the baby from my arms. The baby was shrieking and crying for me. I couldn't move. I wanted to badly to move and take the baby, my baby. He ran off cackling with my crying baby. I started to scream.
"Christine!? What's wrong? Everything's alright. I'm here."
Erik had my shoulders gently in his hands. A dream. Just a dream.
"I-I'm fine."
My lip quivered as I fought back tears.
"Are you sure? You were fidgeting and talking. Screaming almost. I've never heard you talk in your sleep.
I'm alright... I promise."
I reached up and kissed him.
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Once Upon Another Time...
फैनफिक्शनSequel to "Erik my Angel" and "Christine my Flower". What how Erik and Christine live out their lives. How they react to the Opera Populaire being rebuilt and how they raise their children.
