Hi everyone! Okay, a lot of stuff happens in this chapter. It's sort of fluffy, but nothing too bad.

Get this—I had a dream last night that I was Christine and I was in, like, an INSANE relationship with Raoul…it was so much fun…I loved it! Even if I d hate Raoul…

Well, enjoy, and please review!

I was out of control, and it was driving Erik insane. I was seriously starting to get worried that I had some sort of bipolar or mood disorder. I'd been known for having different mood disorders in the past, so I didn't think too much of it. The littlest things would set me off, and when I would yell, I instantly regretted it. Then the crying started! My emotions were all over the place.

"Dammit, Christine, what's going on with you?" I heard Erik call out in irritation from the kitchen. I got up and walked in with him.

"Seriously. I just went out and bought three boxes of cashews, and they're all gone," he commented.

I blushed. "Sorry! They're just so go good!" I said, reaching for the last bag on the counter and munching away at them.

"Christine, I want to talk to you." Erik said. I was concerned. What was going on?

"Yes?"

He sat me down at the table. "Well, I've had a lot of time to myself these past years, Christine," he started. "I've become great friends with lots of people, many of them being doctors. I've done lots of studies on medical knowledge and history,"

"And…?" I spoke. I wish he would just spit it out.

"And…well, I've just noticed some things going on with you lately…mood swings…compulsive eating!" He joked. I didn't laugh. "And just a few weeks ago was when we first—"

I shot up in my seat, instantly recognizing what he was getting at. No, it couldn't be…

I sprinted up and ran into the living room, checking the calendar to see what the date was. I was late…I was a week and a half late!

"Christine?" Erik caught up with me, spinning me around. "Honey, is everything okay?" His forehead wrinkled in concern.

"I—I'm late," I whispered, before blacking out.

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"...and that was the last thing she said before she passed out," I heard Erik's voice coming from above me.

"Well, sir, she seems to be doing just fine. She should be waking up soon. In fact, I think she may be waking up now," he gestured his hand towards me. "Stop by again in a few months, or if you have any other questions or concerns, feel free to come by. Oh, and congratulations to you both."

"Um, thank you," Erik said. "Here, let me show you to the door," he and the doctor walked out of the room.

I was left alone. Could it be true? Was…was I really pregnant? It didn't feel like it could really happen; I've always had an extremely strong maternal instinct, but with everything going on recently, I haven't thought much about anything like that.

To be honest—if I was correct—if all of this was true—well, the thought of it took my breath away.

My thoughts were interrupted as Erik walked back into the room. I opened my eyelids, cringing against the bright daylight.

"Oh, Christine," Erik mumbled, rushing over to my side. "Hi, honey, how are you feeling?" He asked, taking my hand in his. Something in my stomach fluttered. I loved his sweet caresses.

"I'm fine." I said. "So…is it true?" I looked him in the eye.

"Yes, it is…" his voice trailed off.

I sat up in bed, and he crawled in with me. I placed my hand over my stomach. Tears pricked my eyes. In fact, they rolled down my cheeks, too.

I stood up and walked to the mirror, tears staining my cheeks. I removed my robe, exposing my stomach.

"Christine, why are you crying?" Erik rushed over to me. "Are you unhappy?"
"No!" I said, shaking my head and laughing. "I'm anything but," I placed my hand over my stomach, and Erik walked over, wrapping his arms around me and letting his hands rest on my stomach.

"A month," he whispered in my ear, "that's how far along the doctor said you were."

"Wow…" I said, laughing once more. "I can't believe it."

"Me neither. I am so glad you're happy about it. To be honest, I was worried you wouldn't be." He said.

"Why would you think that?"

"I don't know…anyway, how would you like to take a visit to see Meg today?"

I gasped and looked up at him. "Really?"

"Really." He confirmed, and I smiled, throwing my clothes over my head. After a few more minutes of getting ready, we headed outside and got into the carriage.

The carriage ride was short, and soon we were back in my old home, at Madame's.

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When we arrived at my old home, I nearly ran out of the carriage. We walked up a set of familiar stone stairs, and my heart fluttered. Erik opened the big mahogany door—which I had not seen in months!—and we stepped inside.

"Christine!" I heard Meg shout excitedly, striding over to where I stood. She pulled me into a long embrace. "Girl, I haven't seen you in forever!" she said to me, smiling. I laughed along with her.

"I know! I missed you!"

"I missed you too! Now, come on. Let's go into the kitchen. Mother is in there,"

I followed Meg into our kitchen, taking Erik's hand. Meg turned around and, seeing that we were walking hand and hand, giggled like the little girl she really was inside. I glanced at the many portraits and trinkets that lined the wall, and I felt a longing to stay here, and not go back with Erik—simply because this was my home, and I was taken from it. I never willingly went and lived with Erik. We entered the kitchen and Madame turned around and smiled.

"Hello, dear!" she said, embracing me.

"Hi, Madame," I said.

"How are you?" She asked in a concerned voice. "Erik told me of your little spell yesterday morning."

"Oh, I'm fine," I said with a shaky laugh. "It was nothing."

Upon hearing this, Erik chimed in. "Well, it wasn't technically nothing, now was it?" He said with a small smile on his lips. No! I don't want to tell them now. It's too soon. What's he doing? I shot him a look that told him to shut up.

"Oh come on, Christine. You might not see them for a few months. We might as well tell them,"

"Tell us what?" Meg piped up, sounding concerned. "Christine, is everything okay?"

"Well, no…" I said. I really, really wasn't ready to tell them. I just found out yesterday myself!

"Christine is with child," Erik said. Meg shrieked.

"No! Really?" Meg asked anxiously.

"Yes," I mumbled.

"Eek!" Meg shrieked. "Christine, this is great! I am so excited!"

She went out still, gushing about the baby, asking if I wanted a boy or girl, names, this and that. "I just found out about this yesterday, Meg," I spoke. "Give me some space…" I knew what I was doing, and I probably looked unhappy about the whole ordeal, when truly I was just scared. True, I had known Erik all my life, but as an actual person, I had only known Erik for about half a year.

We proceeded to talk about our lifestyle, our future with the baby, and also Meg's life as well. Apparently she found a nice man who she seems to take a great liking to, judging by her description of him. Oh, how I hoped for the best for her. Although she was only a few years younger then me, she always seemed so small, so innocent…

Some time passed, and Madame ended up going to bed. Meg, Erik, and I, on the other hand, stayed up for hours afterwards, laughing and drinking—although I wasn't able to take part in any of the drinking—with each other until several hours after we were due to be home by.

By the time Erik and I got home, it was past midnight. I was exhausted and hungry, so I retired straight to bed.

Its days like these when I lay down on my mattress, hearing Erik's heavy breathing next to me, and simply thanking God for giving me the life I have.

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