Chapter 10

****Erik's POV****

I swear if that Doctor didn't hurry up soon there would be a trench in the middle of the room and maybe a dead man. After I had caught Evangeline when she fainted I carried her up stairs, placed her gently on the bed, checked to make sure she was breathing, then ran to get the Doctor, and all without slipping on the ice. I don't think my heart could take it if Evangeline had just died on me and so close to the holiday.

Luckily I was able to get a doctor who lived nearby, and get back very quickly to the house. He had been up there for almost an hour, when he finally came down stairs I stopped my pacing and went over to him. Millions of questions filled my head.

"How is she? Is she ok?" I asked my voice full of worry and concern.

"They're both just fine. If there any further problems you know where to find me," explained the Doctor as he headed towards the door.

"They're?" I asked completely bewildered.

"Yes sir, they're. Your wife is over four months with child," explained the Doctor. Like when listening to music, many emotions filled me, happiness, confusion, fear, and even anger. How could she not have told me? "Good night Mr. Masque. Merry Christmas," said the Doctor as he walked out the door.

"Good night Doctor. Merry Christmas to you too," I said not really paying attention, closing the door behind the doctor.

I walked slowly up the stairs processing my thoughts. Arriving at the bedroom door which was cracked open, I peeked into the room for a few minutes before entering the room. I saw that Evangeline was sitting on the window seat, her blonde hair falling down on her shoulders. Her hands rested on her stomach and from the angle I was looking at her from I could make out a bulge, where my child was growing inside her.

My mind went back through the last four months, only now did I notice that Evangeline had been getting sick in the morning, taking more time in the morning to get ready (I had originally put this to her trying to dress warmly as the chill was coming in) and how at night she avoided my embrace in bed, had she been trying to hide this from me. We had never talked about having a child, had she assumed that I didn't want one? Did I want one? How could I not have known? I had noticed her other symptoms, and basically ignored them, did I not want to accept it. How couldn't I come to the conclusion that she was pregnant? It was then that I walked into the room.

"How could you think I wouldn't guess? How could you think I wouldn't know? Do you have something to confess?" I asked as I strode over to Evangeline, a bit of anger in my voice. I sat across from her on the seat, placing one of my hands on top of hers. I looked into her eyes trying to rid my voice of the anger and said, "I want the truth right now, if so."

"I'm having a baby." she said her voice filled with joy and her face looked as though she had been relieved of a lot of stress.

"That's wonderful," I said then added silently so Evangeline couldn't hear, "and horrible". She must have heard me for she threw my hand off her. Obviously that was not the word she was looking for, "I don't mean it like that," I quickly added try to put my hand back on her stomach only to have it smacked away.

"Then what do you mean by that Erik?" she said.

I removed my mask, knowing that she would flinch at the half revealed, all distorted and deformed. My hands went running through my fake hair carefully trying not to remove that as well. How was I going to explain this to her?

"You're afraid that it will be born like you," she said, wow she knew me so well.

"No," I lied. Evangeline crossed her arms across her chest and stared at me sending pounds of guilt into me. "Ok yes. (She rolled her eyes in annoyance) I only asked you to have deal with my face for an eternity. I couldn't bear it if I have now forcibly have made you not only have to deal with my face but also something with my face that you bring in to the world all because of me. With my luck it will be born worse off, with no nose; sunken eyes and cheeks; yellow, parchment-like skin."

"Now you are just being over dramatic," she said.

"No I am not! I don't want you to go through what my mother had to go through!" I yelled. Tears formed in my eyes; before they fell down my cheeks I turned my head away in shame. My elbows were placed on my knees and I removed my wig.

Why did I just say that? I hated my mother, the damned woman who had felt no love for me, her own and perhaps even her only son. What had she ever done for me, she's the one who gave me my first mask giving me my first taste of the thought that no one would be able to see past my deformity, the one that left me to the circus to be known as 'THE DEVIL'S CHILD' for perhaps the rest of my life. If it hadn't been for Antoinette I would have been long dead, killed for the murder of my keeper. All the unhappiness and pain that had happened to me in my life happened because of her.

Evangeline gently turned my head back towards her, forced me to sit back up straight and wiped away my tears. She tried to explain to me that she didn't care if the child was born with a face like mine, worse than mine or even if it born with no deformities. Explaining that my deformity was part of the reason she loved me. All that mattered to her was that our baby was born healthy. I don't know if I believed her or not but I allowed myself to believe her. I put my hands back on where my child was and Evangeline let me remain there.

She suddenly giggled in delight. I questioned her as to what was so funny, and she told me that she felt our little one move inside her. That brought back the question that led to my original anger

"How long have you known?" I asked.

"Two months, I wanted to tell you but didn't know how to," said Evangeline.

"Well if you started to show any more it would have been a give away," I said, trying to say it in a joking tone. I was going to say more but was unable to do to, as Evangeline wrapped herself around me in an embrace and pressed her lips against my right cheek, obviously she didn't want me to go on a tangent of how she should have just told me. Making me remember that all that mattered to me was her happiness, and now my future child's safety.

A/N: FLUFF! Well now Erik knows that he is going to be a daddy, and it only took him almost half way through the entire thing to figure it out. Before I go any further I would like to say something that I have noticed lately. Why do most people think Erik wouldn't want to be a father? I mean sure there would be a possibility of the child being born with his face but I don't think that it would turn him off to having children in the first place, if so he needs to learn to keep it in his pants. I srsly think that the man just wants some normality and happiness in his life. Any who, what do you think the child will be boy or girl, deformity or no deformity. Some fun facts before I leave you. 1st when Erik describes how the child could be born worse off he describes an original description of POTO. And 2nd when Erik confronts Evangeline about her being pregnant he says lines that were used in LND (I do not like that for the record but I do love the music in it).