Christine sat with Gerard on the sofa, explaining what happened the previous night that caused her to stay with him for a week.

"...and after the whole thing with his lasso he knocked down and destroyed the cradle!"

"Christine, it's not that I think you're making this up, but I'm not sure Erik would purposely do this to Gustave. Actually, I think he'd never do this to Gustave. Erik is a very sweet and kind man, and maybe you were right, maybe he is having an emotional break down. Who wouldn't in this situation?! Maybe you should go back to him and forgive him."

"What!? I- I don't know. He, um, he is very unpredictable and..."

"All I am saying is that you should go back and forgive him. He probably misses you like crazy right now."

MeAnWhIlE!

Erik stood at the porch of Gerard's house, thinking of what to say to Christine to get her to come back. He had been very lonely the since yesterday, missing the company of his wife and son.

"Um, Christine, I'm very sorry about what happened last ni-... No! Um... Christine please come back, I promise that I'll stop..."

Gerard opened the door to voices on his front porch and saw Erik standing there sadly. He motioned Christine over and she saw Erik, her expression sad as well.

"Christine, please come back with me!"

"I don't know..."

"Please!"

Erik got down on his knees in front of her, pleading her over and over to 'come back' and to 'please forgive me' and also multiple 'I love you's'.

"Erik...I..."

"Please, please, PLEASE!"

"Christine, it sounds like he really means it."

"PLEASE!.. FORGIVE ME!?"

She stared at him, should I accept him? After all, he is the father of our son. And he looks so helpless down there on the floor, on his knees, pleading for me. I guess a second chance deserved.

"I'll give you one more chance."

Erik jumped up and squeezed her tightly, kissing the side of her neck gently.

"Let me get my things."

She dropped Gustave into his arms and ran into the spare bedroom of Gerard's house. He looked down at the beautiful baby boy who cooed and sighed up at Papa.

"I've missed you too, little boy."


Christine layed in bed with Erik, her back turned from him, still a little upset from what happened the night.

"Christine?"

"What, Erik?"

"Do you, um, want to cuddle?"

She turned around to face, her expression blank and depressing. Erik gently stroked the smooth of her cheek and kissed her full lips.

"Mmm. Yes!"

She scooted closer to him and wrapped her arms around his lean waist, pressing her head into his chest. Mmm, one of the things I miss most...bliss! Christine heard a whisper, it didn't belong to any familiar person in the household though.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what, dear?"

"Just my imagination, I guess." but Erik could feel her tense up as her ears strain, listening for any other unusual sounds.

"You're sure?"

"Very."

"Alright." he said with doubt, falling peacefully asleep in her arms.