Phantom Lover Chapter 12
Due to Tony and Angela's busy schedules a few months had flown by before they could actually follow through on their plans to actually see "Phantom of the Opera" together. It was worth the wait though, as Angela had a contact who came through with great seats. Even though they both had the score memorized by now, they still marveled at the music and lyrics. They held hands throughout the whole performance, and even held them a little tighter through "All I Ask of You," giving each other quick glances while the song was performed.
Angela was thrilled to finally be able to share this show with Tony, and he was thrilled to be able to watch the show with his wife. The show held so much meaning for them, to finally be able to experience the show with her was a dream come true.
After the show, they waited until the exit music was over and dallied their way up the aisle, making them among the last patrons to leave the theatre that evening, hand in hand, of course. They weren't in a hurry as they were staying in the City overnight. They headed towards Times Square, but even before they left the shelter of the marquee of the Majestic Theatre, they paused as Tony had something he wanted to say.
He kissed her cheek, "thanks for taking the chance and using the show so well."
"I don't know if it was chance taking or desperation," she laughed and he laughed with her.
"I'm glad our story has a happier ending."
"Tony," she said, "our story has an even happier ending."
"Well, yeah," he said, confused, "we're together."
"That's not what I mean," she took his hands in hers, "Tony, I'm pregnant."
She watched his jaw literally drop. "Angela...really?" He was grinning.
"Yes, confirmed by a doctor and everything."
He wrapped her up and kissed her breathless.
"I can't believe it," he said.
"But you are happy about it, yes?"
"Of course I'm happy...thrilled really."
"I mean we never talked about kids, except of course in an oblique fashion when I said I everything taken care of; but I guess there's just no stopping a Micelli on a mission."
"No, there isn't," he hugged her tightly again. Fortunately there wasn't much pedestrian traffic in the area at this hour of the night, so they were able to indulge in more hugging and kissing without being pushed by their fellow New Yorkers.
Tony finally remembered that they were in midtown Manhattan, pickpockets could be nearby and their behavior was making them an easy mark. He reluctantly let Angela go, but kept one around firmly around her waist as they walked to Times Square.
"What have you thought about for names?"
"Tony, I've been so surprised I haven't even had a chance to think about it; besides I wouldn't want to think about names without you."
He smiled, "the show brought us together, maybe we could use Christine for a name." Tony stopped walking, also stopping Angela in the process, "come to think of it, that's not a good option, conjures up too many images of you."
"Good point. Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"Rose would also be out of the question."
He laughed wholeheartedly, "good point. Maybe we should think about boys' names instead."
"Ok. What about Michael?"
"Michael? You want to name our child after your ex-husband?"
"Oh...yeah...I forgot about him."
"Good."
Angela gave up, "maybe we should forget about names for the night, we don't seem to be much good at it. We'll take it up with the kids, see what suggestions they have."
"My guess would be Samantha Junior or Jonathan Junior," Tony joked.
Angela laughed.
"Mona Junior is also out of the question," he joked again.
Angela laughed some more.
Tony and Angela made it back to their hotel room where they did not discuss names; or much else for that matter.
In due time, Tony's secret wish for twins came true; a son named Joseph Paul and a daughter named Stephanie Grace joined the family. Tony and Angela were tired parents; but very happy parents, they had many reasons to celebrate and throughout their lives they never missed a celebration. They celebrated the day they met, they celebrated birthdays, they celebrated their wedding anniversary; but it was likely their favorite day to celebrate was the anniversary of the night of a certain masquerade ball when Angela turned her phantom lover into her dream come true lover. They celebrated that anniversary the same way every year, by seeing "Phantom" again and spending the night in the City. And if it just so happened that roses and perfume and a mask played some part in that date...well, who was to know except for the two of them.
The End. Thanks to everyone for reading!
