M!A: Since you have been learning about pregnancy in class, Christine is pregnant and in labor. The other person you are rping with helps deliver the baby and is the father.

(With lefantomdelopera)

Christine ran her hand lightly over her swollen stomach, feeling a small foot kick her hand. She smiled softly, and sang lightly to herself and her unborn child. It had been almost nine months, and she hoped that she would be able to see her little one soon.

Suddenly, her stomach muscles contracted and a wave of pain washed over her. She felt a wetness trickled down her leg and begin to puddle on the floor, quickly realizing her water had broken. She feel into a nearby chair, groaning loudly, wishing he was here.

As soon as she had made her wish, the door opened. "Darling?" She called, her voice weak from the pain ravaging through her body.

Erik heard the tone of what was unmistakably Christine's voice. Hearing her say that word with such a worrying sound made him hesitate for a moment. one thought ran through his mind… Is she hurt? He knocked quietly before opening the door. "Christine? I'm not sure that I'm the darling you were expecting…" He made a light joke, but his expression wore none of the humor of his words.

Christine's eyes opened as she quickly registered to whom the voice belong to. "Angel?" She smiled softly before another contraction hit, causing her to cry out in pain. Her hands ghosted over her stomach, trying to ease the torment her body was inflicting.

"Oh!" Erik's expression fell into a sort of shocked horror. Golden eyes swept over Christine's form with an analytical grace. it wasn't hard to figure what was happening. In a swift flurry of motion, Erik was at Christine's side. A hand lightly gripped her elbow to help support her.

"Your child is coming?" He asked a now determined and stern expression on his face. The question was almost a statement. Without much further thought, Erik lifted Christine into his arms and carried her to the bed so that she could rest.

Christine let her body collapse onto the bed, and took a deep breath. "Thank you." She whispered softly, reaching out to take his hand. Her angel hand come to her at last. Leaning her head back against her pillow, she closed her eyes, waiting for the next contraction to hit.

Erik let a soft smile curl the edge of his lips as he looked down at Christine. Pulling a chair to the bedside, he sat slowly and quietly before taking her offered hand and squeezing it comfortingly. He was there, he wouldn't leave her like this. "Just let me know what you need Christine. Shall I call a midwife?" Christine closed her eyes and nodded. She sharply exhaled as the next wave of pain washed over her, gasping at the force of it. Running a head through her curls, she prayed it would be over quickly. Erik's brow furrowed in concern. He found himself despising seeing her in such horrendous pain. His free hand reached out and rested on her abdomen, feeling for any complications. He remained quiet for a few moments, before his gaze flicked upwards to meet hers. "I'll go and fetch the midwife," He said. "I shan't be gone long."

Christine nodded, slowly opening her eyes. Squeezing his hand gently, she murmured her thanks again. He slipped away, and she closed her eyes again. A few minutes later, she heard the door reopen and his footsteps echo through the halls.

True to his words, he was not gone but mere moments. On his return, a frazzled looking woman appeared clutching her satchel to her. She shot disgruntled glares at Erik with some vehemence. "Mademoiselle?" The woman greeted, moving quickly to Christine's side and resting a hand on her forehead. "Relax, All will be well." Erik kept silent, praying nothing wrong would happen to his muse and her child. If necessary, he would willingly step in and intercede. But for now it would seem wiser to let the professional do her work.

Christine smiled weakly at the motherly woman. The midwife moved down to the foot of the bed, and lifted Christine's dress, causing Christine's cheeks to stain red. She turned to glance at Erik, and reached for his hand again.

Erik was at her side in the breath of a moment, grasping her hand tenderly. He looked at her face, pink with embarrassment, and smiled. She still looked beautiful.

"No need to blush so, Christine," He soothed. Then the midwife spoke up, speaking things in a jargon he couldn't quite understand, and could only hope Christine did.

She smiled at his words, and felt herself relax slightly. Once the midwife spoke, she quickly turned her attention to the woman, who had delivered many infants before. After listening to what she was to do, Christine licked her lips nervously and nodded. In a few contractions, she was to begin to push. She exhaled sharply as another contraction began.

Erik felt his heart jump into his throat every time Christine seemed to be in pain. At the moment, he just held her hand, letting her crush it in her grasp if she so needed. There was something rather exquisite about the moment, a moment he had been surprised to be a part of. Is this how a normal life was supposed to feel? He watched the exchange between the women in mute wonder.

A few long painful contractions later, the midwife nodded. It was time to begin pushing. A frightened look quickly passed over Christine's face before she was able to mask it. It hurt so much that she could hardly bear the pain. She laid back on the bed and with her other hand grabbed the sheet, fisting it tightly. She closed her eyes, and waited. A few moments later, she felt the contraction begin and she pushed as hard as she could. She sat up slightly to try and relieve the pressure from her lower back. Tears slowly made their way down her face, as the pain became so great she thought she could possibly die.

When Christine sat up, Erik followed the impulse to move and support her. He quietly moved to sit behind her, whispering words of comfort and praise, hoping to ease what pain he could. "You will be okay," He said softly.

"It hurts…" She whimpered as the contraction finally finished. Leaning back lightly against Erik, she breathed in deep pants. Within moments, another contraction overwhelmed her and she cried out loudly. She faintly heard the midwife telling her only a few more and she pushed, desperate to have this painful ordeal end.

"You're Child is almost here, Mademoiselle," the Midwife announced with excited certainty. Erik's mind was stalled, running strictly on the impulse to help. When he heard Christine's cry of pain, Erik was ready to kill the midwife. He glared at the other woman with deliberate warning, Do something or I shall!

Christine tightened her grip on Erik's hand, and pushed with all her might. Tears rolled rapidly down her cheeks, and after many painful moments, an infant's wail was heard through the air. Christine collapsed back onto Erik's chest, and tried to slow her heavy breathing. The midwife walked up to Christine carrying her new child wrapped in a small blanket. "It's a boy." She announced proudly. Christine's eyes light up as she gazed at her newborn son, a smiled gracing her features. "Gustave.." She murmured softly.

"Gustave," Erik repeated softly. For moment's, Erik was silent, gently resting a hand on Christine's stared down into the tear streaked tiny face of the little baby boy, struck by how tiny he was. Everything about the newborn was perfect. "My god, Christine… You have a beautiful son. Raoul should be very proud."

Christine turned and smiled, placing her hand lightly on his cheek. "Thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done if you had not been here." She glanced back down at the small bundle she cradled in her arms. She couldn't believe after so long, he was finally here at last.