"Philipe!" I yelled across the stage.

"Emily!" My father and Philipe said simultaneously. I walked over to them.

"My god Emily, you never told me you were with child." My father said I set Jacquie down.

"Papa this is your granddaughter Jacqueline. Jacquie this is your grandpapa." Jacquie smiled and went over to him. He smiled and picked her up.

"Hello Jacqueline. How old are you dear?"

"Three." She held up three fingers and smiled.

"Looks like you're an old man now, Firmin." Andre said jokingly. Father gave him a look and I turned to Philipe.

"Oh Philipe! Look at you you're so grownup." I giggled. We hugged and heard a squeal coming from behind us.

"Papa!" A young boy called. His mother was carrying him over to us.

"Philipe, Gustave wants," She paused. "Emily!" She yelled she came over and we hugged.

"Christine it's good to see you." I had to calm myself Erik said nothing happened between them I had to trust him. We hugged. "Oh is that your son?" She nodded. "Can I hold him?"

"Here, his name is Gustave." I smiled.

"he looks just like you," I examined him for a moment. "Except for." I looked up at Christine's eyes brown. I looked at Philipe's eyes, dark green. I looked back at Gustave's eyes again, topaz blue. "He's very handsome. Here." I handed Gustave back to Christine.

"Papa, can I see Jacqueline?" Father handed Jacquie to me.

"Oh my god! She's beautiful. She looks just like," She paused.

"Yes she does. Jacquie say hello to Christine and Gustave."

"Hello." She said.

"Jacqueline, may I say you are so pretty." Christine said making Jacquie smile.

"Christine, is he here? Have you seen him?" She paused.

"Philipe Emily and I are going to um go talk." He nodded and went back to his conversation with Andre and Papa. We walked up to my old dressing room.

"I don't think Carlotta will mind, I ugh had a talk with her." Christine smiled. We closed the door and let the children play.

"Emily, I did see him but he ugh." I looked at her puzzled. "He was partly upset with me I think."

"Why?" I asked.

She pushed a stray hair from her face. "Well I wouldn't tell him and it turns out Madame Giry did."

"Tell him what?" I asked suspicious. If I was right about where Gustave gets his eye color than Erik was going to be very sorry.

"I ugh never mind." I let it slip for the time being.

"How old is Gustave?" I asked. She smiled.

"He's two, Jacqueline is about three now isn't she?" I nodded. "She seems very smart for her age, most likely musical."

"Yes she is very musical. What of Gustave? No doubt he has to be musical. I mean he is your son." She nodded.

"He likes to make humming noises. He can comfort or put himself to sleep that way."

"Really?" She nodded.

"He loves to listen to Philipe play the piano."

"Jacqueline was the same when Erik came to our home in Versailles."

"Really? Philipe is a good musician; no doubt Erik is so much better." I nodded.

"Philipe did take lessons when we were younger."

"Gustave no, no don't touch." She told her son before he could grab the Prima Donna's brush that lay on her dresser. Jacqueline was over by the mirror she was playing with her doll's hair.

"Christine, don't you think that Gustave and Jacqueline's eyes look very, similar?" She paused.

"Y-yes they do." She looked at me. "Emily I have to tell you something. About a year after you left Erik almost gave up on finding you. I was about to marry Philipe but I was ugh having second thoughts. I was scared and nervous. I went to Erik because he has always been able to calm my nerves. We did something so horrible, it was wrong." I nodded and thought for a moment.

"Christine." I placed my hand on her shoulder. "You two thought I was gone, it's not your fault. I forgive you. It's him that I need to talk to. He told me you two were nothing, he lied to me." She nodded.

"Do you think it's safe to take the kids down?" I shook my head?

"Not by boat, I know a different passage though." She nodded.

"Gustave." She said walking over to him and picking him up.

"Jacquie." I called she stood up and ran to me.

"We go see Ewik now?" I nodded.

"Yes." We all walked down by the ballerina's dormitories. "Right here." I said opening the passage. I grabbed a lantern off the wall and we began to walk.

"Ewe Mama, there's rats." I picked her up and we continued down the passage. Once we got to the end I opened the wall and saw my old home. We walked through.

"I haven't been here in so long, but it looks exactly the same."

"It does." I said.

"Mama, it's so pretty." Jacqueline said. After a moment of us starring at things. A figure appear and went to the organ. Before he sat down he sighed.

"Hello." He turned around and saw us.

"Ewik!" Jacquie called.

"Hello, ooh Christine your down here too." He set some music down on his organ and walked towards us.

"And you brought the children." We nodded.

"And you lied to me." I said he sighed.

"Emily I'm sorry. I didn't know he was mine until yesterday." He sighed. Christine starred at both children's eyes then at Erik's.

"You're right Emily. They both have his eyes."

"Okay I'm sorry. I am full of guilt right now."

"Guilt! They're your children." I scolded him. He put his hand on his head.

"Alright not guilt, but I'm sorry I lied. Emily please understand it was so long ago and what we did was wrong."

"I forgive you but, I swear if it happens again with anyone I will," he cut me off.

"It won't I promise." He said. I was mad but I didn't know what to do. I loved him dearly, but what they did was wrong and improper, yet at the same time he and I did the same thing.

"Ewik." Jacquie said holding her arms out. He looked at me pleadingly.

"Fine." He took her from me excitedly.

"Jacquie do you want to see my organ?" He took her over and showed her the organ. Christine sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"Gustave is his son but he seems to be more taken with Jacquie."

"Yes but Philipe is his father. Not by blood but hes been his father. It's best to keep it that way. The only reason Erik is even around Jacquie is because Christophe," I paused. "Died." I felt a few tears fall down my cheeks.

"Oh Emily it's okay. You do have Erik again and he loves you so much." I nodded.

"he does I know but I miss Christophe, I loved him too and it's just makes me cry to think about his death." She hugged me.

"It's okay. When someone you love dies it's sad but you have to move on. Emily you have to find someone to help you move on. When my father died and I came to live here, Erik was always there for me. And he loves you; he will always be there for you."

"Thank you Christine."

"Ewik, can you me my new Papa?" I heard Jacquie say.

"Emily," I looked at him. "Jacquie just asked if," I cut him off.

"I heard." I thought for a moment. "Erik what do you think?" He looked at me love in his eyes then back at Jacquie.

"If your Mama wants me to." He smiled at her and Jacquie ran to me.

"Mama, Mama! Can Ewik be my Papa?"

"Of course he can ma Cherie." She smiled and ran back to Erik.

"Pway organ pwease." She asked joyfully.

"Hold on, can I talk to Mama for a moment?" She nodded slightly disappointed.

"Emily," He said walking to where Christine and I were standing. "Please know I am terribly sorry." I sighed.

"I know you are, Erik, I can see it in your eyes." He looked down for a moment.

"Emily, I love you." I felt a tear fall from my eye. I hadn't heard him say that in so long. I turned away so he didn't see me cry. "Emily, ma Cherie." He wrapped his arms around me.

"Oh Erik." I said turning around and burying my face in his vest. "Erik, I love too." I heard him let out a sigh of relief. After a moment I felt a few tears fall into my hair, but I didn't mind I had my Erik back.