A one shot I thought of Writing, what if christine had stayed with Erik and married, and what would happen the day their child was born?
Erik
I paced outside of the bedroom door, hearing the screams of my angel killed me, I had caused her this pain, I fiddled with the gold band which was on my finger nervously, dreading the moment I would see that poor child's face, what if I had ruined it, what If it looked like I did?
Another scream made me burst through the door, I ran and kneeled by Christine's side, I took her hand in mine gripping it tightly,
"One more push, " the midwife called
After that one push, there was no more screaming everything was silent, until a cry pierced through the air relief washed over me, the midwife then wrapped the small creature in a blanket and handed it to my Christine, I stood up and turned away.
"Thank you" I said to the midwife, she then left, I was too afraid to look at the child
"Erik, He's beautiful" Christine said, I turned tears burning my eyes
"Erik come and see our beautiful Baby" I knelt down beside her again and looked at our Boys face, indeed he was beautiful...there was not a flaw on that child's, I was so happy, I placed a kiss to my wife's forehead and just stared peacefully at our Son.
"I think we will call him Erik" she said
"No...no, no Please not Erik" I protested, for the origins of my name were not out of love
"Gustave" she suggested
"Yes, that will suit him quite well" I said
"Erik, sing with me" she whispered
"What?" I asked in confusion
"Let us, sing our child to sleep"
And sing we did, we sung a beautiful melody and soon after the child fell asleep,I took him from her arms and placed him in his crib
"Goodnight my son" I whispered as I returned to my wife.