A/N: I do not own the Phantom or any of the characters in this story. I do own Rose. Well not really, I made her up…you get the point!

Intro

Christine and Raoul were wed right away. It was when they started to settle in the De Changy Mansion that Christine decided to tell Raoul the news.

"Raoul honey," Christine started sweetly.

Raoul set down the newspaper he was reading and looked at her. "Yes darling?"

"I'm pregnant," She said it straight out.

Raoul gave her a confused look. The two had just gotten married and had not done anything before.

"I think it's…Erik's." Christine continued hesitantly.

Raoul sighed but then smiled. He was an understanding husband. "We will raise it as our own."

Christine was shocked, but pleased at his calmness.

It wasn't too much longer after that, that Christine began to show. After what seemed like the longest time, Christine went into labor.

Raoul yelled to one of the servants to call the doctor. The maid, Roslyn, scurried to obey.

Doctor Lawrence had been the De Changy doctor for years and once he received the call was at the mansion in minutes.

"I had no idea this was so stressful," Raoul muttered. The doctor would not allow him to accompany Christine while the…process…was in place.

Roslyn gave him a weak smile. She was only 16 and was at a loss for words.

After several hours of pacing, Raoul heard a shrill scream emerge from the room.

"Christine!" he gasped.

The two then heard the muffled cries of a baby. Everything was fine.

"You may enter," the doctor said, minutes later.

"Raoul, it's a girl." Christine said softly. She handed the bundle she was holding to him.

The baby had dark hair for it's age, black, and stunningly green eyes. Her red face was fading into a pale white. It was, without question, Erik's child.

"What is the baby's name?" Dr. Lawrence asked.

"You choose," Raoul told Christine.

She smiled in return. "Rose," she answered after a moment.

"Rose De Changy," Raoul muttered.

The baby blinked then slowly shut her eyes and fell into a soundless sleep.

Rose grew quickly. Too quickly for the liking of Christine and Raoul. As parents they didn't like seeing their little girl grow.

Much to their worries, Rose turned out to be almost exactly like Erik. Her looks were identical and she had his attitude, although she wouldn't kill someone if something didn't turn out her way.

Rose didn't know a thing about her father. She knew Raoul wasn't her real father but her parents told her nothing more. Only that he was still alive.

When Rose was about 14 her mother told them she wanted to return to the Opera House to sing.

"Christine," Raoul gave her a questioning glance.

"Don't worry honey, Madam Giry has reminded me countless number of times that he is gone. It'll be safe." Christine assured.

"Mama," Rose started slowly.

"Yes?" She turned her sparkling eyes on her daughter.

"Who is…he?" Rose asked.

Christine's smile dropped into a frown.

"Is it…my father?" Rose continued cautiously.

"No dear, just a ghost of the past." Christine gave her a smile that Rose knew was false.

"Oh," Rose turned back to what she was writing.

"I think you should," Raoul said.

"Really?" Christine's grin had returned.

"Of course," he smiled back at his wife.

It was settled. Christine was returning to the Opera House with her new family.

So, what'd ya think? Like it? Hate it? Please review. I know there's not much to it, but I PROMISE it's going to go…somewhere. It's hard to review the first chappie of a story I know, just tell me what ya thought. THANKS!