"Madeline."

"NO!"

"Yes!"

"Not on your life Christine. Please?"

"I want to name the baby Madeline."

"No."

"What then?"

"Marguerite."

She shook her head. "Madeline."

"Marguerite."

"Madeline."

"No. Christine, I want to name our daughter Marguerite."

"And no, Erik, I want to name our daughter..."

"Why Christine? Why? Why would you want to name our daughter, the profession of our love and the second brightest light in my life; after the woman who disowned me, sold me to gypsies and rued the day she ever became my mother?"

She looked down into her lap finally breaking his gaze she knew he was right the name carried a lot of hurt and she would never want to constantly remind him of the hurt of his childhood but...

"I like the way you say it." she said barely making a sound.

"What?"

"I like the way you say it." She said a little firmer now that her admission was out she felt no reason anymore to be ashamed of it.

"You...Like the way I say it?"

She nodded and he sat down, pulling his mask off and tossing it on top of the piano. He scrubbed his hands over his face and through his thin hair. He rested his arms on the top of his legs, locked his fingers together and looked up at her.

"That is the last thing I thought you were going to say."

Christine was quiet she licked her lips, stood up and knelt in front of him.

"I do. I like the way you say it." She said softly. "You say it like you say my name like it's a prayer or the most precious element in the world. And I know from a time when I was somebody's little girl that the way her papa says her name has the ability to make her feel like the richest girl in the world. Like there is no one in this world that is more important than she is. And I would love for our daughter to know what I know. That in that one spoken word she is loved, cherished and adored."

"She already is."

"But little girls, Erik, especially when they become young ladies need to be reminded that no matter what anyone says her papa thinks she is the most precious jewel in the world."

He looked down at their hands and heaved a deep sigh and let out the hole where his nose should have been.

"You win." He said softly.

"Pardon amour?"

"You win." He said through clenched teeth, "We will name our daughter Madeline."

She looked up at him and forced him to look in her eyes.

"Yes?"

He nodded, "Yes."

"Okay." She said smiling and he picked her hands up and kissed them. "I love you."

"And I love you." he said and tugged her hands until she was in his lap with his arms wrapped around her and his face buried in the crook of her shoulder as she placed kisses to the top of his head.

"Christine?"

"Hmm?"

"What if it's a boy?"

"Gustave Erik." She said resting her cheek against his forehead.

"I can't argue with that." He said with a chuckle.

"Good."

~Finis.~

A/N: This was just something cute I had running around in my head. I hope you guys like it. None of this belongs to me. If it did I would be with Erik in a hot tub drinking wine and all my barn chores would be done by Raoul with a sack over his head. (What? I never did have a thing for the pretty boys! I go for voices.)