Christine Erik Toby and Gustave all arrived in Sweden later that evening. "Mama mama, what are we going to do this week?" Toby asked as he jumped on the bed in excitement.
Erik laughed at Toby's excitement. "That depends on what your mother wants to do."
Christine caught him in mid jump.
"Well, there was this nice little restaurant when I was a little girl, I always went there after a good day of performing with my father." She said, "Maybe one of the days we'll go there." She said putting him on the floor.
"I'd also like to visit the beach… It's a lovely spot and never crowded like the beaches back home."
Toby smiled. He liked the sound of those. "What should we do?"
"For now, I think we should enjoy a nice family moment. This is out first holiday since we came back with you from London."
Toby nodded and calmed down a little. "Should we unpack?" He asked.
"We shall," she said, and opened her bag, hanging up her clothes in the wardrobes.
Erik helped Christine unpack. They were soon finished And they sat around doing nothing.
"What now?" He asked kissing Christine's neck.
Her neck rolled back, "not the neck…" She said, suppressing a moan.
"Can we go to the beach? Or to the…the…" Toby trailed off. "I..I actually don't know what to do in Sweden…" He said.
"We can go for a nice meal. I can show everyone to a lovely place where they cater for all. Whether you like the Swedish delicacies or not."
"That sounds like a lovely idea." Erik said. Kissing Christine's cheek.
"I'm so glad to be back here," she said. "It's been too long."
"We could make it a regular occurrence. We could come back here every year." Erik said picking Gustave up and hugging him close.
"Oh Erik, you'd really do that?" She cried, her eyes tearing up.
"Of course. Whatever makes you happy." Erik smiled wiping away Christine's tears.
"Oh Erik!" She cried, and smiled the largest smile she ever wore.
"Papa, why don't we live here? It makes mama so happy, so why not?" Toby inquired.
"What do you say my love?" Gustave was fiddling with Erik's mask trying to pull it off.
"Hmm… I don't know… I have missed Sweden but I'm not sure if it will bring back memories…"
Erik nodded. "Why don't you think about it? We could have our holiday, return to France and see how you feel about it?" Gustave had successfully taken off Erik's mask and had placed it over his own face, making gurgling noises in the process.
Christine giggled at Gustave's actions and smiled. "I will think about it, don't worry." She said.
Erik took his mask back and placed it back on. "Shall we go to dinner?"
Christine nodded. "We definitely shall," she smiled, "I'm just going to get ready."
Erik nodded and he placed Gustave on the bed. Looking up at Toby Erik said, "You should get ready too."
"Okay, papa… but you know how long mama takes in the bathroom…" he said and stifled his giggles.
"I can hear you!" Christine called from the bathroom.
"Don't be so mean." Erik scolded.
"I'm sorry papa," he said, still giggling slightly.
Erik shot a glance at his son. "Stop it other wise you will not be going to dinner with us and we'll have your desert."
Toby stopped giggling immediately and ran to his room, "No you won't!" He cried, and got dressed as quickly as he could.
Erik chuckled as his son ran away to get ready. "Are you alright mon Ange?"
"I'm perfectly fine, Ange. I can't believe I'm back here."
Erik smiled and started to gently play with his son.
"Why don't you get ready?" She said, kissing him on the cheek gently.
Erik nodded and left after planting a kiss on Christine's cheek. "I'll be out soon."
"Don't be too long," she smiled, taking Gustave and bouncing him in her arms.
Erik soon stepped out dressed in a crisp suit, his hair slicked back and his mask gleaming pure white. "How is our son doing?"
"Even happier, now that your back." She smiled, handing him over. "Like father like son." She smiled, seeing the similarities between them.
"Like mother like son. Perfect in every way." Erik answered.
"You're perfect, and don't deny it." She smiled, kissing both Gustave's and Erik's head gently.
"I'm not going to argue with you on this." Erik replied smiling. "Are you done yet Toby?"
"Almost!" He called back, he was struggling with tying his tie, and eventually walked out with the material all knotted up. "Papa, can you help me..? I tried doing it myself and well.."
Erik laughed gently and managed to unto the twisted material. He swiftly tied the tie and straightened out his jacket.
"Thank you, papa." He smiled, taking his mother's hand. "Right, my handsome boys, are we ready to go?"
"I think we are." Erik said carrying Gustave. "Lead the way."
"Keep up, Sweden is the place to get lost easily in."
Erik made sure to follow Christine and keeping Toby in his sights.
Erik, Gustave, Toby and Christine all sat down to eat at the restaurant, and much to Christine's excitement the restaurant hadn't changed at all which was amazing for her, seeing as it bought back her greatest memories.