Here is another phantom of the opera fanfic.
Hecradled the baby the in the nook of his arm, he had found it in his boat when he was coming home; it seemed to only be a few days old. The child opened his blue eyes and looked up at him; he was suspecting the baby to start crying when it saw his face, but instead it yawned and fell back to sleep. He rocked it back and forth; humming a lullaby softly; it squirmed and yawned again. The baby's face reminded him so mush of himself; it would always be shunned by the world, just because of its looks. The right side of his face was marred and deformed, but the left side was normal and untouched.
"Now, what are we going to call you, little one?" Erik muttered, stroking the baby's soft, downy black hair. The baby opened his eyes again, and looked up at him, staring into his eyes.
"How about we name you after your evil mother, Christopher." He said, smiling down at the child and letting the little baby grip his finger. The baby smiled and cooed.
"Then it's settled, Christopher Willard Destler, perfect." He said, tickling the baby under the chin.