I'M SORRY EVERYONE! I don't know how many times I've said this in my beginning when updating a chapter… But I'm so sorry. I didn't have any inspiration for this and it felt like I was just writing down words. But I finally got it! Gosh, I'm sorry. Would anyone like an 'I'm terribly sorry' fruit basket? EXTREMELY SHORT CHAPTER! Enjoy!

Christine stood in front of the mirror, running her hand over the smooth bare skin on her stomach. It was nearing seven o'clock, close to the time she and Erik had to leave. Just as this thought ran through her mind, the grandfather clock in the great hall began to chime, marking the hour. She was now only in her underclothes, a transparent black wrap near her on a chair.

In her mind, Christine imagined a big bump captivating her stomach, a child growing inside. She longed for a baby, wished she could have one with the man she loved. She knew he never would, however, for he feared the child would be born looking like him; a monster in the face of an angel. She also knew that he didn't want to bring a child into the world when all they would be able to do was grow up in his lair; the Seat of Sweet Music's Throne.

Reaching next to the mirror, she took the bustle skirt off the mannequin, stepping into it and tying the strings around her waist until they were as tight as they were able to be. She pulled the bright red dress off the chair next to her and stepped into it, slipping her arms through the sleeves.

"Erik, love, could you do up the buttons for me, please?" she said, walking out of their bedroom area, seeing Erik rise from his piano bench and approach her.

She turned around, holding her hair in her hand as he buttoned her dress. When he finished, she faced him, placing her hand on his face. "Can I ask you something?" He nodded, looking deeply into her eyes. "No matter what happens, promise me you'll always love me," she said, her eyes glistening from tears.

The Phantom nodded, placing his hand over hers and turning his head to kiss her palm. "I promise you, Christine, I will never stop loving you. I never did."

Christine and Erik stood in front of the dark wooden door, his hand gripping hers tightly. He had a black cloak on, a hood masking the scorn side of his face. "Christine?" She looked up at him. "This shouldn't have happened."

"What on earth are you talking about?" she inquired but her question was unanswered when the door was flung open. She quickly looped her arm around his as the light shone on their faces.

A bright faced girl stood in the door frame, a smile spreading across her cheeks. "Papa," she said quickly, running away, leaving the doorway empty. Christine and Erik leaned in at the same time, confused.

After a moment, Henri Campbell came walking to them, Elmae pulling at his sleeve. "Soyez prudent, Elmae, c'est mon meilleur costume." His daughter pouted but released him and he looked up to see the two adults in the doorway. "Oh, my goodness, welcome, welcome. Please, come in," he said, ushering the two people into his home.

Christine and Erik walked in and she easily untied the cloak she was wearing, folding it neatly before hanging on a hook by the door. Erik was hesitant though, lingering in the dark of the room, his hood still masking his face. Elmae scurried over to him, reaching her hands up like a baby asking for a hug.

"Monsieur, monsieur, s'il vous plaît prendre votre manteau au large!" she said, bouncing in her spot. Erik looked to Christine for help, but she merely looked at him, smiling. Elmae jutted her lip out into a pout, looking up at the tall man.

Erik just couldn't resist the pleading of the young girl he cared so much for, so he slipped off his cloak, hanging it next to Christine's. Elmae nodded promptly, spinning on her heals to face Christine. "Vous avez l'air très beau, Madame Christine. Ta robe est la même couleur qui est dévolu Monsieur Erik!"

Christine nodded. "Oui, mon cheri," she said, leaning down to stroke the little girl's cheek once. "What did she say?" Christine asked, leaning back into Erik so Elmae's father didn't hear her.

"She said, very excitedly, that your dress color matched my vest," he whispered, placing his hands on her hips, guarding himself from the outside world; from Henri and his home.

Erik had never been outside of his opera house since the night Raoul and Christine confessed their love for each other, the day his heart was broken so it was only natural for him to not want to leave his Opera Populaire. For now.

Tremendously short, I think the shortest I've ever done. Sadly. I just, I don't think I'm getting the right vibe with this story. I need more inspiration.

French…. The thing Henri said to Elmae was 'Be careful, Elmae. This is my best suit.'

First thing Elmae said to Erik was 'Sir, sir, please take off your cloak!' and the second thing was obviously, 'You look very beautiful, Miss Christine. Your dress is the same color as Sir Erik's vest!'

Obviously, the clothes will be on my website blog thing… Check it out. Link to that on my profile! :)