Author's Note: This is a [super] short story I drafted out of nowhere. Enjoy! [PS Don and Joseph don't know their dad was the Phantom, their parents were planning on telling them when they were more adult.]
Narrator's POV
It was around midnight, and Erik figured he was done with his work and could retire to bed. Meg lay on her half, breathing softly. Their sons, Don and Joseph, lay on their little beds giggling and chatting. They were playing games, pretending they were knights.
They are truly adorable, but they can't become an insomniac like me, thought Erik. He walked over to the boys, hushed them, and went over to the bed. Apparently the boys thought their father was fast asleep, for they started up again, only louder. Meg stirred in her sleep, and Erik hushed them again.
This went on for about an hour, and Erik's patience was waning.
"That's enough you two. Try and sleep, or the Opera Ghost will travel to our home and punish you." Erik whispered to them a little harshly." Thank God we moved out of that underground cave! Erik thought. The chatting didn't cease.
"Alright, that's it." Erik started to get up to deal with the wild children when Meg awoke and touched Erik's arm.
"Stop. I'll deal with them." Erik sighed and nodded. He settled back down on the blanked as Meg got up and led the boys to the small piano that stood in the back corner of the room. She sat the boys down on the stool next to her and began to play. She began to play a piece that Erik had taught her called Love Song to a Ballerina.
The boys finally nodded off. Meg stopped and picked up the little ones. She laid them in their beds, tucked them in, and kissed them goodnight.
"Thank you."Erik whispered as Meg settled herself down. He kissed her forehead softly and looked out the window. The winter chill has turned into soft snowfall. I know of a couple of people who are going to be thrilled in the morning. Erik stared at the beauty of the frozen lake and glistening trees that shone in the moonlight. He sighed again, content with the happy little life that he and Meg drafted. He softly hummed a melody, and slowly drifted into a dream.
Ha! That was cute! [Or at least I thought so]
Thanks!