hey guys! Some big events planned over the next few chapters, I think this story is going to be quite long, so enjoy!

Nadir watched as Erik picked Christine up from where the three had been stood in the kitchen, giggling as Nadir once again failed to get a note out of the old violin he had jokingly bought after a comment about him being the least musical of them all a few weeks ago. Swinging her close to his chest in a bridal carry, he jokingly threw her on to the sofa, gently to make sure their child was unharmed. Nadir couldn't believe the man that had been his only friend in the worst parts of his life was soon to be a husband and father. He was overjoyed of course, it wasn't difficult to see the true love between the pair, and it made Nadir smile to see his closest friend so happy. Nadir stood, gesturing wildly until the pair noticed him still stood there.

'Christine, I must leave, duty calls!'

'Bye Nadir!'

'Erik, can I speak to you outside for a moment?'

'Of course my friend'

Erik followed Nadir's small form in to the hallways that lead to his and Christine's apartment. He had no clue why on earth he had wanted to speak to him, but he didn't seem too concerned so Erik didn't panic. When they were on the other side of the narrow passage, where Christine could no longer hear them, Nadir spoke.

'Erik, do you believe you two are now safe?'

'I don't know Nadir, all our troubles were left behind in France, but I can't help but feel that we rid ourselves of our little drunk alcoholic friend far too easily. He wouldn't give up without a fight, and he didn't get what he wanted back in France. I don't doubt that he wants to kill me and steal Christine back, but he will have to find us first'

Nadir listened to every word, knowing the next piece of information he was about to deliver would remove any sense of safety and security the couple had built up here on Coney Island. He felt like he was shattering their little perfect world together, but if he didn't warn Erik now, what could happen to them?

'Erik, we've had reports of a drunken man terrorising locals and tourists on the streets of New York, asking if any of them had seen a monster.'

'How does this relate to me Nadir?'

'One gentleman who had seen him several times finally hauled him down to the station so we could deal with him.'

'Okay...'

'Well, I recognised his face straight away, and, well you won't be happy with who it was Erik'

'Who was it Nadir?'

'It was the Vicomte. The Vicomte De Chagny is here, in New York, trying to find you.'

Erik's entire body tensed up and he shot a glance at the door to his home, thinking of the woman sat on the other side of it, hoping she would never have to see that vile creatures face again. It reduced Christine to tears the first two times it happened; they'd had to flee the country in fear of him. He would not have him terrorise Christine once more, they were finally happy, Christine felt safe and for gods sakes she was having his child! He would be damned if Raoul ruined their future together, ruined Christine and his own career, their happiness, the perfect world they had created together. He would not let him anywhere near her ever again! Realising he had been staring in to space, silently cursing the Vicomte for a while, he glanced back to Nadir who was waiting to continue.

'I have alerted the rest of the Police Force, saying he was a dangerous man, and that under no circumstances is he allowed on to Coney Island'

'How did he know where we were?'

'When he filled in the forms, he wrote that he had taken a ship over here from France, the date was 4 days after we left'

'You will help me protect her won't you?'

'Of course I will, he won't find you, I promise'

'Thank you Nadir, I had best go back inside before Christine starts to worry'

'Okay Erik, I will speak to the department tonight and tell them about the rest of my plans'

Heading back towards the door, Erik realised he was visibly shaking in fury. He took a second to compose himself, not wanting Christine to realise anything was wrong, she didn't need that right now, not in her condition.

After a few deep breaths, Erik placed his hand on the door handle, opening it slowly. Christine was lying there on the sofa where he had thrown her earlier, watching him enter and smiling softly.

'Hey you'

'Hello my beautiful angel'

'Come here'

Soon they were wrapped in each other's arms, Christine back pressed to his chest as he spoke to her, soft comforting words that made her smile. Christine felt so safe in his arms, it was her favourite place to be, Erik would always sing songs to her, or hum a gentle tune, or just talk to her about anything he could. Today they spoke about the upcoming opening of the season at the opera house. He was telling her how he would take over America with her beautiful voice, how she was the star of the show and that soon people would be queuing for hours to see her perform just once. Erik told her how beautiful she always looked on stage, and Christine replied with compliments on his music, the way he had trained the chorus to as close to perfection as they could get, how his music would reduce people to tears. They were both smiling at each other's words, and soon they just laid there in a comfortable silence.

Erik's hand ran down to Christine's stomach, rubbing his hand over the raised part of her stomach. Christine rolled on to her back and Erik moved towards the swollen bump, laying his head nearby and began to speak to the child. Erik had began to do this more and more, whether it was jokingly telling it off for making Christine's back ache or making her feel sick, or to reassure it of his love and how perfect the child's life would be once it was born. It finally occurred to Erik, as he was telling the baby about all the talents it would have, its fathers composing, its mothers voice, and maybe even Christine's often ignored talent in dancing. It only occurred to Erik then that he had been addressing the baby as 'it' for the past week. He raised his head towards Christine, his eyes meeting her dark brown ones, her face glowing in happiness.

'Christine?'

'Yes my angel?'

'Do you think it is a boy or a girl?'

'I don't know, I've never really thought about it, I would love to know though! What do you think?'

'I think it might be a boy, a beautiful boy, without my face of course'

'Erik, firstly your face is beautiful to me, that's all that matters, I love your face and our child will to. If our child has the same face as you I will be just as happy as if it was to have my face, the way it looks doesn't matter to me, it is our child, and it will be loved and cared for more than any other child on the planet. Secondly, what makes you so sure it is a boy?'

'I don't know, I just always thought that if I was ever to have a child, which I always thought was a totally unrealistic thought to have in the first place, it would be a baby boy. It is far better than calling him 'it' anyway.'

'Okay my love, until he is born, we will refer to our baby as a boy'

Erik lay back down; his heart glowing inside at Christine's little speech about his face not mattering, and how this child was going to be perfect. Erik completely agreed with the part about the child being better loved and cared for than any other child on the planet, he would go out of his way to make sure this child did not endure the sufferings he did as a child. Erik slid back up to lie next to his wife to be, a question suddenly coming to mind.

'When shall we get married Christine?'

'As soon as possible! I'm so excited to be your wife Erik, I cannot wait to be Mrs Leroux, and it will be the final way to prove to you just how much I love you'

Erik smiled at Christine's response; her eyes had lit up like that of a child on Christmas, the excitement obvious in her eyes. He was equally as excited, finally being married to the woman he loved was the best thing that could happen to him. He had an idea, he hoped Christine wouldn't think it too soon, but he couldn't wait any longer.

'How about next week?'

'Yes please Erik! Oh angel, can we really?'

'Of course we can my love'

Christine kissed him, the smile obvious on both their lips as they pressed together. Christine got up from the sofa and began to dance around the apartment happily, singing as loud as she could. Erik went after her, but she kept escaping from him and they soon began to chase each other around, laughing happily.

It didn't take Erik long to catch her, he was fast and she was pregnant, but he kept pretending to miss her just to prolong the glee on her face. Eventually he caught her, lifting her so her legs wrapped around his waist so they were eyes to eye. He kissed her as she pulled him closer, pressing her nose to his as she removed his mask and began to kiss the side of his face. They rested their noses together, gazing in to each other's eyes and smiling widely. Something occurred to Christine, she was missing something quite important. As she pulled away slightly so she could see all of Erik's face, she watched the confusion appear on his face.

'Erik, what am I going to do about a dress? And we need a ring! Oh, we have so much to plan!'

Erik laughed at his fiancées excitement and nerves all pouring out as she ran through a list of things than needed to be arranged before they were wed. It was his turn to confuse Christine as he placed her on the bed, leant down to the small space underneath and pulled out a large trunk she had never seen before. She didn't have a chance to question it as Erik explained quickly.

'I had Nadir bring this with him, I couldn't carry it when we went, but he had a carriage that could easily carry it. It's my most prized possessions, I couldn't face leaving them.'

Erik began to pull out various objects that Christine recognised from his old home beneath the Opera Populaire, a small statue he told her he had made when he was younger, some of his paintings (most of them of Christine) 'Don Juan' sheet music and of course the small Persian monkey music box that had sat next to where Christine had slept for all those weeks under the opera. Then, slowly, Erik pulled out a bundle of white fabric and began to gently unfold it.

Christine recognised it when he lifted it up fully, good and bad memories flooding her mind. The sparkling pieces caught the light as she gasped at the sight of it.

There in Erik's hands was the most beautiful wedding dress she had ever seen.

Aw cute! I didn't want anything from Raoul's point of view yet, but he plays a big part next!:D

Reviews are to me what Christine is to Erik, his one true love!