"This place is perfect, Raoul!" Christine cried as they walked into their new workplace – the Dauphine's theater. "It's quaint and homely, with such elegance!"
"I'm so glad you like it, my dear" Raoul smiled and kissed his wife on the cheek. "How does Louise find it?"
"I left her sleeping in your new office, " She gestured to the shut oak door. "But I believe she's fitting in quite nicely." Her eyes shone. "Oh, we MUST tell Meg! I haven't seen her in months, and she doesn't know about Louise!"
"You will, I hired her as a dance instructor, remember?" Raoul chuckled. "I promise, as soon as little Louise can walk, she will be taught by Meg and become an extraordinary artiste!" he put an arm around her waist.
"But dear… what if he's still around?" she fretted
"Don't mention him, he's dead," he reassured her. "Believe me, I bought a revolver in case he tries to touch you or Louise. I'll only let Meg know about it too – she's the only person we can fully trust right now."
"I was so scared I'd lose her," Christine sighed. "I almost lost Louise that night. Could you imagine life without our little angel?"
"Of course not – and we can imagine life with her in this new place!" Raoul smiled. "Come, let's look around some more"
Christine followed with a delighted smile. As they left for the west wing, their baby girl Louise slept soundly inside Raoul's office in her cradle, next to a full body mirror, blissfully unaware of her surroundings, and blissfully unaware of the Angel of Music emerging from the mirror.
The Phantom surveyed his new territory, and then took in the sight of the child. This was the sweet fruit Christine bore, and evidence that she had forgotten about him – but he had not forgotten about her. With a smirk he leaned into the cradle and watched the child. What was her name again? Ah, yes, Louise. Louise Erika de Chagny, daughter of Christine Daae and Raoul de Chagny. He smiled, she had obviously been blessed with her mother's beauty – already wispy brown curls emerged from her head, and she had received her mother's nose and rosebud lips. He only hoped she had received her voice as well.
Suddenly, the baby's eyes opened, and he almost reeled back in shock. Little Louise stared at him through different coloured eyes like his own – one was pale blue, like her mothers, and the other was a dark brown, almost like gazing into a hollow hole. The eyes scrunched up, and then the baby kicked out and started making mewling noises as she cried.
What could the Phantom do? He looked around helplessly, half expecting Christine and Raoul to burst into the room and expose himself. But no sound came, apart from the child's crying. Gingerly he reached out to stroke the girl's head, and sang a short and slow lullaby. The music seemed to work, as she stopped crying, and only stared at him again. As he continued to sing, her eyes slowly shut, and hid her different colored eyes once again.
He smiled at the girl – she was perfect in every way possible. Different colored eyes or not, she would be his. Even if her parents were horrified by him, even if anyone else was horrified, he would have the girl for his own apprentice. With that, the Angel of Music blessed her, and vowed to watch over her.