Hello loves. How are you all? I am so glad I got this story up! This chapter was plenty of fun to write…please review…constructive criticism is much appreciated.

Several months had passed, and I could tell that Erik still wasn't comfortable with my condition. Rarely did he shout or get angry with me anymore—my emotions were running so wild, neither of us knew what sort of remark would set me off—but I still could see in his eyes, see that he wasn't excited, like I was. I had already informed Madame, Meg, and my other friends at the Opera House of my news, and they were all over-joyed. According to my doctor, I was already two months along when I first discovered the news of my pregnancy. It's been four long, tough months I've been through, without much support from Erik.

I sat in the living room, sobbing my eyes out. All I could do was cry, and cry, and cry. Erik walked in upon seeing me and rushed over.

"Christine, love, what's wrong?" He asked me, cradling me to him.

"I—I—don't—" I couldn't make out my words.

"You don't what?"

"I don't know." Came my small response. And it was true; sometimes, I just sobbed endlessly for no reason, and Erik was used to it. Of course he sat there rocking and soothing me, but I still always felt so high-strung, and as if I were an annoyance to him.

Erik was very over-protective of me; even before we found out I was going to have a baby. Rarely did he let me go out to see my friends, but Meg visited me regularly. I never got too angry with him, for I knew he was doing it out of love and fear, fear of losing me again.

Erik and Meg liked each other very much, which was good, because then I was able to see her more often. I knew it made Erik feel happy to know he was well-appreciated. He often cooked my meals when I had my "bad days"—like today, for instance!—so Erik was cooking a delicious assortment of vegetables in the kitchen while I sat in the living room, thinking.

"Angel!" He called out to me. I loved when he addressed me with that name.

"Coming, love,"

We were sitting at the dinner table eating. I much more than him, like always.

"You really like that meal, don't you?" Erik teased me with a smile.

"You hush! I'm eating for two now, aren't I?"

He put his head down and stayed quiet.

"Erik…" I sighed. "Please. You've refused to talk about this situation for months. Nothing is changing. Please, just accept this…please…"

"Do you want to know the truth?" His voice came.

"Yes,"

"I am excited," he stood up and stalked towards me. "I am over-joyed," he took my hand, standing me up, and led me into the kitchen. I squeaked when he picked me up and sat me on the countertop.

"Erik—what—what are you doing?"

He didn't answer. His hands begin to roam around my stomach, feeling every inch of it, placing his ears up against and kissing it. I couldn't help myself; I began to cry. I should've known. It wasn't often Erik spoke his feelings about issues that didn't directly concern me; however, he really did love my baby! No, he loved our baby. Ours.

I laughed and said his name, only for him to perk up his head—and for me to find out that he was crying to! We both sat that way, Erik caressing my stomach, only a few inches away from where our child hid, laughing and crying and talking with each other. My entire night brightened up.

We fell asleep that night wrapped in eachothers arms and praying to God that this feeling would never end. We were so in love, and in just a few months we would have a sweet representation of it.

The next morning we awoke and ate breakfast together, having the most splendid conversation during it.

"A girl," he said, "I think it's going to be a little girl…with big eyes and chocolate curls."

"Oh? I think it'll be a little boy. A musical genius, with a beautiful face—and heart."

Our conversations went on like such, and our excitement only grew. Soon enough, Meg, Madame, and our other friends new how excited Erik was, too. According to Madame, one of the townspeople—God knows how they found out—told Raoul about what was going on, and he wasn't happy, at all. I really felt bad about what I was doing to him. He really was in love with me, and I so wish I could've returned his affections, but my heart belongs to Erik.

Just a few more months. Only a few more months until I was due.

"I love you, Christine," Erik said to me.

"And I you…"

I am so sorry this is so short! I just do not have the time. Please review!