Hello everyone! Just to let you all know, this chapter will be pretty uneventful and will just be fluffy(a little), but still, I hope you all ENJOY!

Christine relaxed back into her pillows with a sigh. It had been a month now since Erik had taken her down here and she was in perfect bliss. They had settled into such a peaceful routine that Christine now had a hard time remembering the danger that had driven them down here in the first place.

Every morning at eight o'clock, Erik would bring breakfast to her in bed and they would sit and eat, talking about everything under the sun as Erik read headlines from the paper to her.

After breakfast, they would then get dressed and the pair would go and doing their music. Christine would sing and Erik would play the organ, their two passions for music and their love causing the sounds that erupted to sound as if they came from Heaven itself.

Lunch would be spent in the dinging room and then Christine would do whatever cleaning she needed to do while Erik went to the door to the surface where Madame Giry would give him his groceries and other products.

When the two were together again, they would each curl up with a book and pass the afternoon reading the massive library that Erik had grown in his lifetime. Of course talking about the books and other subjects would break in, but on a whole, the afternoon was spent quietly relaxing.

At five o'clock, Christine would make dinner alone, a rule that she had established after Erik had almost broken a chair jumping up because she was adding a little too much salt to the sauce. After that, Erik was now banned from the kitchen during dinnertime, leaving him to sit in the dinging room and glare at the ceiling.

After dinner, the two would return to the parlor and spend the rest of the evening playing board games, composing songs or simply snuggling up in front of the fire.

Just before nine o'clock, Erik would draw Christine a bath and she would soak for a bit before Erik would join her and the two would enjoy it until they began to look like prunes and decide that it was time for bed.

Once in bed, they would snuggle(if sleep was on their minds) and fall into the peaceful, dreamy state of sleep.

Christine stared up at the ceiling, enjoying the thought of what lay before her for the day. The thing that made everyday perfect was the fact that it was spent with Erik, the perfect husband, who never yelled at her or raised his voice...

A loud shout and strong cursing interrupted her metal praise of her husband. Christine rolled her eyes and got out of bed. Obviously Erik had still not mastered the art of not burning pancakes and she must now rescue him from a ruined breakfast.

But hey, at least her life was now MOSTLY perfect.

Yet another month passed and Christine stood in front of her mirror, glaring at her body.

She was now about seven months along and it was showing. She was thrilled that her child was still developing and would soon be born, but unfortunately that left her without a single thing to wear. She was wanting to dress up in one of her more seductive outfits for Erik since he had been so helpful in getting her everything she could ever want, but now NONE of her dresses fit, not even the plain ones. She had known that she would get too big for her clothes, but she had not known how big! She looked like she was pregnant with a cow in all her dresses, and now the only thing she had to wear that would fit was her nightgown, her underclothes and a robe of Erik's. Other then that, she had ripped, pulled and tried to push herself unsuccessfully into her clothing.

"Christine, are you ready yet?" Christine inwardly groaned at Erik's call.

"No, not yet. I just need a few more minutes."

"Christine, I do not think that you need to spend so much time getting dressed, it is just dinner, nothing special. Besides, what are you doing anyway?" Christine heard his step as he approached and frantically began to stuff all her unwearable clothes back into the closet.

"Um, just a minute, I am not presentable yet." She heard him give a chuckle.

"Christine, I think we can both agree that I have seen you in much less then 'presentable'." Christine blushed, but kept on stuffing until she heard him walk into their bedroom and stand behind her. Christine slowly turned around, embaressed at the mess she had made and prepared for the barrage of reproves against her slight obsession with looking nice for dinner. But she was not prepared for how he really reacted to her.

He gave the room a quick once over, opened his mouth to complain to her, but stopped when he looked at her. He stared at her for several minutes until he suddenly started to, of all things, laugh. Hard.

Christine looked down at her outfit and giggled a little herself. She was still wearing his robe, but it made her look even worse then her dresses. It was loose everywhere on her except her belly area, and there it clung to her like a glue, making it look like the size of a boulder and the rest of her as small as a stick. Her hair was also a mess, statically from dressed being pulled off and onto her head, over and over again. But even though she knew that she probably looked like a clown, she was upset with Erik for laughing at her over it.

She glared at Erik as he slowly sank to the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to catch his breath and laugh at the same time.

Needless to say, Erik spent an hour sleeping on the couch that night until Christine's hormones kicked in and she let back into bed after he calmed her down when she went into hysterics over supposedly being cruel to him and what not. Eventually their day ended well and all were forgiven.

Awwww, I love fluffiness! Yes, I know, after all that action in the previous chapters and I go and write a uneventful, boring chapter like this. All I can say is, DEAL WITH IT! :) I have to vary the chapters at least a little bit, so PLEASE REVIEW and until next chapter, Li Li.