Yay sequel time!
There was one thing that Erik would never grow tried of about married life and that was being able to wake up with Raoul in his arms every morning.
He smiled at the young man in his arms. He was still asleep with his blond hair spilt across the pillows.
With a kiss pressed to his beloved's forehead Erik slipped out of bed to start on breakfast.
When Raoul woke up it was to the smell of bacon. He smiled and opened his eyes.
Erik was making breakfast.
He got out of bed walked to the door that lead to the kitchen.
In the years that they had been together, it had been agreed that they needed one and Erik had made one out of one of his many spare rooms for them.
Sure enough, Erik was inside it just putting two plates of fried eggs and bacon on the table by two glasses. One contained orange juice, which he knew to be his, and the other water, which was Erik's.
Erik looked up and smiled at him. "Good morning," Raoul said kissing the cheek on the deformed half of his face.
It taken a very long time but finally Erik was comfortable with not wearing his mask in front of Raoul. But only in front of Raoul had been their compromise.
"Good morning," Erik said kissing his cheek as well.
"Thank you for breakfast," Raoul said smiling and sitting down at the table. Erik chuckled as he sat down as well.
"You certainly do love my cooking," He said. Raoul laughed.
"Of course monsieur," He said, "it is marvelous."
"So is yours," Erik said. Raoul nodded.
"I had the cook at my old mansion teach me to cook when I was small," He said, "and Madame Giry taught Meg and I even more when she took me under her wing."
"I'm glad," Erik said. "After all if I was ever unable to cook I would prefer to not eat horrible food." Raoul nodded with a small laugh.
After breakfast as they washed the dishes, Raoul decided it was time to ask Erik a question that had been nagging at him for a very long time. "Erik?" He said.
"Hm?" Erik asked as he dried one of the plates.
"We've been married for five years now," He said.
"Yes," Erik said.
"Well I was thinking that maybe now we could have a child here as well," Raoul said. Erik nearly dropped the dish but Raoul caught it just in time and put it away.
When he looked back at Erik, he was looking at him stunned.
"A child?" He said.
"I know that we can't have one of our own," Raoul said, "so I thought we could adopt one. We could adopt a baby and have Meg held us with the breastfeeding part."
"And how do we know it might not be too afraid of its father?" Erik asked. Raoul had known that this was going to happen.
"Growing up with how you look it won't be afraid of you," He said gently. Erik shook his head. "Please Erik," Raoul pleaded. "It won't be afraid of you I swear!"
"You cannot swear to something that you do not know," Erik said.
"Please," Raoul said. "Haven't you ever thought of it?"
"No," Erik said. "I do not want another person that will run in fear from me Raoul."
"They won't Erik," Raoul said. "It will love you as its father and see nothing wrong with you." But Erik shook his head.
"I'm sorry Raoul but this is one thing that I cannot give you," He said. Raoul's eyes filled with pain and then it gave way to anger.
"Fine then," He said. "But if no one can love you then how was ever able to?" With that, he left the kitchen slamming the door behind him.
Madame Giry accepted Erik into her rooms late that night. "I take it you're here to explain why Raoul is currently staying at Meg's house?" She said closing the door behind her.
"Yes," Erik said.
"Take a seat," Madame Giry sighed. Erik sat down in the chair facing the brown leather fainting couch that he knew she liked to sit in. Madame Giry lit the candles in her room and turned on the lamp before she sat down on the fainting couch. "Now what has happened?" She asked. Erik explained the fight that he and Raoul had gotten in.
"And now he's gone to Meg's and refused to come back until I agree to his wishes for a child," Erik said. "He's so awfully stubborn," He sighed.
"He has a right to be in this case," Madame Giry said.
"What?" Erik asked.
"He's right Erik," Madame Giry said. "The child that you adopt won't be afraid of you if its grown up seeing your deformity. You will be its father and it will love you for it."
"And if it doesn't?" Erik protested.
"Its highly unlikely that it won't," Madame Giry said. "Now go," She said pointing towards the door. "I will not allow you to come back here until you have worked things out with Raoul and agreed to his wishes." Erik nodded and stood up leaving the room closing the door behind him. Madame Giry smiled after him and shook her head with a soft laugh.
It was hard for Raoul to fall asleep in the bed of Meg's guest room.
Meg and her husband Nicolas had understood and said that they would allow him to stay until he worked things out with Erik.
Nicolas was a singer at the Opera Popularie and he and Meg had fallen in love with each other when they were twenty-six.
They got married to years later and a baby boy named Rene had followed just six months later. Erik and Raoul were his godparents.
Nicolas knew all about Erik and Raoul and had accepted it easily and kept their secret very well.
As a cold wind stole into the room, Raoul groaned and snuggled more deeply under the covers. Where was that cold wind coming from? He had closed the window doors to the balcony hadn't he?
Then it struck him.
He snapped up in bed and looked at the balcony. Erik stood there leaning with his back to the railing. "I was waiting for you to realize that I was here," He said. Raoul got out of bed and walked out onto the balcony to stand before him.
"What do you have to say?" He asked crossing his arms. Erik sighed.
"I want to apologize," He said. "I talked with Madame Giry after she left and she agrees with you. She helped me see that I was being foolish." He paused and turned to look out into the night. Raoul felt hope growing inside of him.
"So will you let us get a child?" He asked hopefully. Erik laughed softly and turned back to look at him with a smile on his lips.
"Yes Raoul," He said with a laugh in his voice. "You win." Raoul cheered and threw his arms around Erik's neck and kissed him soundly on the lips. Erik kissed him back just as hard slipping his arms around Raoul's waist. "Your going to push me off the balcony soon my darling," He whispered onto Raoul's lips.
"Then let's go inside," Raoul whispered back. Erik smiled and pulling back picked Raoul up bridal style.
"Perfect idea love," He said with a wink as Raoul slipped his arms around his neck.
Nicolas woke up to a bang from the guest room that sounded like a door being slammed. "What was that?" He asked. Meg laughed.
"Just Erik and Raoul making up," She laughed. "Erik must have agreed to adopting a child. Don't worry about it just go back to bed."
Remember please review and tell me if you think they should adpot a boy, girl, or both.
Your not so obient servant,
DemonicAngelChild