A/N: Sorry for your waiting. I have thought about doing this once again and I think I finally have the appropriate chapter. I hope you like this second chapter for Beneath a Moonless Sky :)

After weeks of being on a ship, trouble had began to rise. Madame Giry questioned Christine's love towards Erik, even though she seemed affectionate, and decided to approach him on this day, on the day before they docked. She opened the door to their cabin, coming back from a journey around the ship, and saw Christine peck him happily on the lips, a smile emanating from her. Erik was the first one to see Madame Giry walk in and, gently, he pushed Christine away so that he could stand and face her. He whispered something softly and Christine gave a nod, leaving the cabin to just Madame Giry and Erik. He approached the older woman with a soft face and asked, "What brings you here, Madame? Is it more on the property?"

"No, Erik, the property is guaranteed. This is about you and Christine," he sighed heavily, trying to find a way to tell her what happened without giving her a heart attack.

"Madame, you know I have loved her for a while and something magical just happened. It was four weeks ago, Madame, when we boarded the ship. That was when she loved me, when she- made love with me."

Her grey eyes widened, allowing the candlelight to fill her features as surprise was an emotion that filled her soul, "What!? She...no. There is no way! She was supposed to marry Raoul."

"She wears my ring, Madame. I assure you with everything I am that this was her decision. That she decided to love me," he looked back in remorse for filling her with such confusion, "I know it is confusing, even I was confused. How could she love a man like me?" he placed his hand warmly upon her shoulder and stared into her eyes, "Madame, I will be good for her. I will take care of her, if those are your worries."

"Those are not my worries. She shows up spontaneously and makes loves to you. How is that love? The way I see it, she was scared. She needed a friend and she fell into a trap," Madame Giry removed Erik's hand and turned towards the door, "Goodbye, Erik. I hope you have a fabulous trip with your love toy."

Christine waited in the hallway and as Madame Giry came out, door slamming hard, she was stunned to see her cheeks flush red with anger. She never saw her this angry, and it made her wonder. Nonetheless, she dropped it and moved back into the cabin to see Erik with a look of frustration, lying in their bed. Once his glance dawned on her, he motioned for her to come closer until she now lay fully on top of him. He kissed the smooth of her cheek and explained, "Madame believes your love is false. Is it, Christine? What do you really feel?"

"Erik, really, you know I love you. I wouldn't be wearing your ring if I didn't."

"I knew it. I knew you really did," this happiness overwhelmed him and Erik couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. Christine broke his smile by gently pressing her lips to his, in turn, making him feel even more loved.

When morning arrived, so did the ship dock. Awakening, everyone gathered their belongings, headed to the docks and explored the 'New World'. Everything laid out nicely. Madame Giry had bought a large apartment for all of them to share and one thing led to another, Meg saw Erik and Christine smiling at each other, a strange jealousy overwhelming her. As they went to explore the apartment, not only were they embracing, but they kissed. That kiss almost made her angry. Was she in love with Erik? No. She was in love with his body, she wanted what he had to offer. Because according to Christine, he was an amazing lover.

When they entered the serenity of the new apartment, everyone dropped their bags in amazement. Madame Giry exclaimed at the beauty of this apartment which was so home-like. Meg watched as Erik had wrapped his arms around Christine's waist, her smile enough to say how wonderful his embrace felt. Madame Giry tapped her daughter on the shoulder, "Get over it, Meg. I know you wanted to-"

"Mother, not in front of him!"

"What should not be in front of me?" Erik eyed them suspiciously until Meg came out with it.

"Nothing, Erik. I just...had an issue," Meg stared at him angrily until she had to leave from the jealousy staking her heart. Erik watched as she glided swiftly into another room of the apartment, taking her luggage with her. He, very confused, looked on with this gaze of wonder.

"Madame, what drives her after me?"

"She is attracted to your body. She only wants to- you know."

"Alright," he said sarcastically, "Well, she knows my love for Christine. I would not hurt my angel if my life depended on it," he grinned as his lips grazed the soft tip of her nose, "I'll never leave her. I have fought too hard."

"Erik," Christine's face twisted into a mix of emotions, she held onto her stomach, "I don't feel," her features ran pale, her lips lost color, and her eyes squinted in pain, "so well," she felt a pinch in her stomach and Erik rushed her into the nearest restroom before she could expel her food. He pushed her over the toilet and held back her hair as she vomited into the bowl. Her head popped up and she fell backwards into his arms.

"Are you alright?" He held her hand with a fatherly touch as she quivered a bit.

"I- I feel better. But I don't know why that happened."

"Didn't you feel sick?"

"No. It just- there was a pain, and then it happened," she sat up slowly, eyes shutting when she had finally faced him, "I haven't bled for a while, either."

Erik's facial expression was that of woe, he thought of one possible explanation after another, but one stood out the most. She could be ill, stressed, or, the most dreaded, pregnant. Pregnancy wasn't anything he could tolerate at this moment, there were so many worries. What if a child were to be born with his façade? What if he was a terrible father? Or even worse, what if the child hated him, "Well, you are not ill. Are you stressed?"

"No, I am very calm."

He dreaded saying this, and it haunted him with worry, "Well, then you might be," he sighed heavily and Christine could only watch his worried eyes wander around. Then he returned his attention to her face, "you might be pregnant."

Christine exclaimed, "Pregnant? Really?" Could it be possible? The word pregnancy only meant one thing to her, in nine months she may be holding a beautiful baby in her arms. The thought made her fill with joy and a grin as bright as the sun shone upon her face. She beamed up and embraced Erik with all she had, placing small kisses on his earlobe, "Oh, Erik," she backed away enough so that he could see her face, "I have always wanted a child!"

That was exactly what worried him, her eagerness, "Alright. Well, you may be expecting," she embrace him once again, his hand patting gently upon her back. He looked into the distance, wondering what would happen if they truly did have a child.