A Happy Ending

Disclaimer: I don't own phantom of the opera. But if I did, it would be great.

…and finally, everything worked out fine, Amanda was saved; even though there wasn't much time. But after that night, things were never the same; and though that one night things got out of hand, she was still fond of that Raphael; that sweet man.

Alex leaned back in her chair and popped her fingers as she starred at the paper in the type writer, the smell of ink still roaming around her study. She smiled proudly as she ended her latest novel; it was about time to send it in, because that was the second time she'd rewritten it, and redid it to make it perfect.

Closing her eyes, she could still see that night when Erik came to her side, even though he had not much of a reason to. She was grateful to him, and after Bryan had heard the story, he too was grateful that Erik had come to save his sister. The girls were never told what had happened, because they were too small to know Erik had killed a man to protect their mother.

Her smile widened a little as she folded her hands over her belly and felt a small rumble inside it, though she was not hungry.

As she sat in her chair, her head resting on the back of it and her eyes closed. She could only remember when she and Erik had first met. The way he was so smug, so rude, and so thankless. But then again, things were somewhat simpler back then. She had nothing to worry about but Thomas as he grew inside her, and after a while that became more of a blessing than a curse.

But Erik- he was so dead set on doing things alone, and staying as far away from Alex as he could get in his state of health. But as the time past, she saw his need for solitude fade away and his want for love and comfort from her family swell within him. He no longer could hide away in the darkest corners of her home; he strolled in the light with her, her daughters, and her brother. Where he belonged

Alex stood up from her chair, pulled the paper out from the typewriter and put it on the top of the upside down stack of papers from her manuscript. With a grin, she pushed some hair back behind her ear and went down to the living room.

She could never fully repay him for saving her life. He'd told her time and time again that she'd already repaid him, but in some ways she felt she had not. She remembered the night in bed when he tried to assure her that he was fully repaid, but she had denied it.

"To be equal," She had said to him "I would have to save you're life." The only thing he did was push her hair back away from her face, press his lips against her's, and smile.

"Believe me, you already have." That was the last they spoke of her life debt to him.

When she got in the kitchen, she stepped out onto the porch; where Bryan was playing guitar for his three 6 year old nieces, and asked him where Erik was.

"Living room," Bryan had told her, his hair was just as brown as it was then, if not a little longer now. She nodded and closed the door behind her. She could hear the strumming of his guitar as she exited the kitchen area, and it faded while she was in the hallway, on her way to the living room.

It took her not three minutes to get to the living room, and when she did, she saw Erik, just as tall, as thin, and as handsome as ever, sitting on the floor with his back pressed against the sofa. He sensed her presence- she guessed- and looked at her with the biggest grin in the world on his face.

"I finished my novel." She told him proudly, he nodded and motioned for her to join him. She did, sitting with her legs crossed under her brown dress; she allowed his arm to go around her, and he allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder as the two of them watched their one-year-old daughter, Julie, as she held herself up by laying her pudgy baby arms across the edge of the sofa cushions, her tiny, pudgy baby legs holding up her little torso. Alex smiled at her husband, and their daughter. "She's beautiful."

Erik nodded. "She takes after her mother."

Julie did not share some of the traits of the sisters who were older than she. But that was to be expected because of their different fathers. Julie had short, light black hair that curled at her neck and the most beautiful, shiny, blue eyes. They were like two glowing orbs shining through with light. She- unlike her father- was born with absolutely no deformities what so ever.

Erik placed a kiss on his wife's forehead as he lifted her wedding finger, and caressed the beautiful golden band given to her not long after that faithful night that he'd come to her aid. It was a simple golden band with "E+A" Inscribed across it.

"Alex..." He cooed in her ear, giving her a simple kiss under her earlobe, causing her to smile even wider. He placed his hand on her belly, and caressed where they're next child rested until it was time to come out. "...I love you." He continued before Julie had wobbled over to them, and fell into her parents' laps. She looked up at her parents, and gave them a big smile, showing off her two; tiny, pearly white front teeth that had come in.

In the end, once things had calmed down and a ritual had emerged back in the mansion, you could say Erik got everything he'd ever wanted. Christine never again came into his mind, because now he had his black-haired beauty of a wife to see in his head, and again when he opened his eyes every morning to her smiling at him with love for him shimmering in her gaze.

He knew that if he had a chance to turn back the clock to that faithful night that he had crashed the chandelier and change the course of everything that had happened because of it-he knew he wouldn't dare.

Yep, this was the end. I hope ya'll enjoyed my fic! This one actually was supposed to be a fic that I would put on here, but I didn't expect it to be popular at all. But I'm pleasantly surprised that it did turn out to be popular.

I'm planning out my next fic now, so I hope to see ya'll there when I come up with it.