As soon as the couple moved into a new home, Christine was just about eight months pregnant. Erik looked around the new home that they just moved into officially as of yesterday. All of their things and their children's things were all in separate rooms. But now there was six bedrooms and room for even more children. Christine was pregnant so she would fill empty rooms of the house with more children.

They agreed that the room by their's was going to be where the new baby would live. Then, about five hours into labor, Christine gave birth to two healthy baby boys...twins! She was excited about it, kissing each of their little faces so much that it was a wonder that either of them breathed.

"Let's agree, Christine."

"Agree on what?"

"No more children."

"I can agree."she said, looking happily down at her little baby boys, "What will we name them?"

"They are the last of our children. I'll name one, and you name one."

Each boy looked exactly like Erik, so handsome and love able...to Christine that was. She kissed the smaller of the boys and thought up a name...

"Aimé."

She gave the other boy to Erik and let him look upon his face, thinking of the perfect name for him. He kissed the boy on the cheek and looked down at him in wonder...

"Benoît."

5 years later...

With Gustave being ten, he now had a little more freedom to play how he wanted. Gerard was nine, so he joined Gustave most of the day and they played together. Though they were brothers, they were friends nonetheless. Then, of course, Madeleine; who was only five; joined her Mama in the kitchen to help with supper and dishes. The twins, Aimé and Benoît, stayed in the front of the house waiting for Papa to come home from work.

Christine was now twenty-eight, middle-aged, but still as fair and beautiful as ever. On the other hand, Erik was about fourty-two, now starting to grow grey hair which according to Christine made him seem more masculine...the perfect amount of grey and black.

The whole evening starts when Papa comes home from work...

"Papa!"shouted Madeleine, Aimé and Benoît rushing to hug their father.

"Ah, my children!"

Christine grinned as she set the supper on the table and brought Gustave and Gerard inside. She set the table for seven, smiling at the big family she had always wanted and now officially had. Erik came inside with with three five-year-olds behind him, all three of them sitting at their spot on the table. Gustave and Gerard sat down, waiting for their parents to take a seat and start their prayers before any of them ate.

Christine pulled out Erik's chair and he sat down at the head of the table...as he was the father. She sat at the other end of the table and began the prayers...

"Matthew 6:9... Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed by Thy name. Thy kingdom come. They will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever... Amen."

LaTeR oN!

Christine finished up her night by washing the dishes and doing other house chores. Erik was in charge of putting all the children to bed, which he did with no problem.

"Father?"

"Yes?"

"You love all of us, right? Even Mama?"

"Gustave, I love you all more than I can describe. But now, my son, you need to get some rest."

Gustave nodded and snuggled up as Erik tucked him in for the night, shutting off his lamp. He gently closed the door as he left and succeeded in ending his duty for the night. He went to Christine, who was putting away the last dried goblet and breathing a heavy sigh into her dish rag. He put each of his hands on her shoulders and gave her a nice massage in reward for her magnificent work. She purred at him, feeling less stiff now.

"I love it when you give me massages."

"Hmm, it's all my hands, dear. Which reminds me..."

He went over to a small box that he carried home with him and pulled out some sort of flower she couldn't see. He put the flower behind his back and went back over to Christine, looking her deeply in the eyes. He showed her the red faux rose and she grinned, accepting it into the palm of her hand. She kissed him warmly on the lips and stared into his eyes in return.

"You remembered."

"A good man never forgets his Anniversary! Happy tenth Anniversary, darling."he pecked her gently on the lips and she couldn't take just a peck. She enveloped her tongue into his mouth and sucked on his inner lip, taking every chance she could to grasp his attention.

"You know, Erik... We may not be allowed to have any more children, but..."

She walked over to a small envelope on the counter and picked it up. She put it behind her back as she returned to him. She showed him what was inside the envelope and he chuckled a little bit, nodding.

"...We can try with these on."

"Will they hurt my...you know?"

"No. The doctor said it was completely safe. It's a proven method and even if you don't want to do that I'm pretty sure you want to see me with my dressing gown off."

Erik nodded and followed her into their bedroom...beginning their tenth anniversary night together.

Yeah, so, um... What did you think? Honestly, this last chapter is kind of corny, but it'll have to do I guess. Anyway, thanks for reading!