((Hello all! Just wanted to post some headcannon/back story for this fic so you aren't confused.

-Erik is only a few years older than Christine, he is in his late 20s now.
-Madame Giry raised Erik from a young boy after rescuing him from the gypsy fair as a boy.
-Erik is 8 years older than Meg Giry.
-Erik's full name is Erik Gabriel Destler
-Christine met Erik and they started a relationship soon after her appearance in Hannibal
-Raoul is a jealous of them and always tried to interfere in their relationship.

Also this first chapter may seem a bit of a mess. It's like that for a reason, the rest of the chapters will be better, I promise!

Also, I enjoy writing feels and making my readers feel emotions. This is also not currently being beta'd at the moment, so I apologize for any spelling errors, I will fix them when I find them.))

The day he found out that his beloved Christine was expecting his child, was the day he broke his own code and went above ground for the first time in many years.

He went to a realtor and purchased a house and a ring, he was determined to marry Christine as soon as possible.

His heart seemed to be stuck in his chest as he knelt before her in his lair, their temporary home, as he knelt on the ground before her and proposed. He nearly fainted when she said yes, he was of course adamant that he wasn't proposing just because she was pregnant.

They were married within the month. Erik surprised her at the wedding by not wearing his mask, there was an unfortunate accident with his mask just before they were married.

He surprised her doubly by carrying her over the threshold of their brand new house, with a promise to help her design it anyway she wanted. He wanted the home to be perfect for her and their unborn child.

As Christine's pregnancy progressed, so did Erik's concern and worries.

What if the child inherited his deformities? What if he wasn't a good father? He didn't have a good father figure in his own life. How was he going to be a father?

However, his concerns grew even more when the midwife discovered that she could hear two heart beats.

Twins. His angel was going to give him twins

Erik nearly fainted and had to sit on her bed, Christine was talking to him, but he didn't know what she was saying.

Twins, two little babies. He was responsible for two more lives. Two more lives were depending on him.

Christine and Maman Giry were full of talk about the babies, about names, Gustave and Aria were finally decided on names, Christine's care and health.

As soon as he found out about the second child, Erik put Christine on bed rest. He carried her anywhere she wanted to go, waited on her hand and foot. He was completely devoted to her and their growing family.

However…

As soon as Christine's waters broke, Erik was a mess.

The midwife refused to let him into the room where she was delivering, the labor progressed too fast for Christine to get her wish to deliver in a hospital.

Meg sat outside the room, keeping an eye on her adopted big brother, humming softly to herself as she tried to knit a blanket for her future niece and nephew, she had given up a long time ago to try and get her brother to calm down.

Finally, Erik was allowed to go into the room, but he was met with only heartbreak.

Christine was so pale, but she looked so proud of herself. She was right, it was a Gustave and an Aria.

Erik was handed his perfectly beautiful daughter and he sat on the bed beside Christine. He glanced around nervously for Gustave. Where was his son?

There was a small bundle laying in a bassinet beside the bed…..

Erik's heart fell as he saw his son. Gustave was so small, he had inherited his fathers deformities…

A cry escaped his throat as the midwife tried to talk to him, taking his daughter from his arms.

No, his Gustave…he had to be a fighter, he had to survive.

Erik picked his son up with shaking arms, nearly dropping him.

Christine put her hand on his. Was she always that pale? Was her pulse always that weak?

She whispered something to him, but he wasn't paying attention. He couldn't hear it.

"My….beautiful son." Christine whispered, wanting Erik to know that she wasn't scared of him. His face was uncovered and she kissed his head gently. "Erik….I love you."

Erik tore himself away from his son as he breathed his last breath, safe and warm in his fathers arms.

"Christine…." Erik touched her face gently, trying to make her comfortable.

"Don't worry, Papa and Mama will take care of Gustave." She said, her voice above a whisper. She reached up and touched his face gently. "I love you Erik. Will you take care of Aria for me?"

Erik's face lost what little color that it had as she said that. "Don't talk like that." He begged his voice cracking. "Please, don't talk like that. You'll be here too right?"

Christine gave him a weak smile, trying to relax in his arms. "I'll try, but Erik…I'm so tired. Sing me a lullaby? Sing us the lullaby that you were working on?" She asked giving him a weak version of her puppy dog eyes.

Erik nodded, trying to swallow. The lump in his throat was growing too large. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently as he began to sing to her.

Christine smiled as she laid back on the bed, holding his hand weakly as he sang to her. The same song that he sang to her their very first night. How fitting that he sang that to her as she passed this world as well.

"You alone can….can….." He sang his voice cracking. "Can…."

It was too late.

She was too far gone to hear the last part of her song.

"CHRISTINE! CHRISTINE!"