Okay, here is the chapter that you have all been waiting for, so ENJOY!

When Erik finally reached the surface, he flew down the hallways until he reached Madame Giry's door. He knocked frantically, worried that any minute wasted would bring death to Christine. When the door opened, he was stunned to find that Madame Giry was wide awake and wearing a robe, carrying her medical bag. She nodded at him as she hurried past him.

"Yes, I am ready to go, and yes, I did know that the only person who knock so hard at this hour would be you, so let us go."

Erik ran with her, the two of them reaching the boat in record time. As he rowed as fast as he could, Madame Giry asked brief questions concerning Christine and what had happened. Erik answered as best he could, but he could not get any emotion from Madame Giry except for a straight mouth, meaning that she was in deep thought.

When they finally reached the shore, Erik led Madame Giry to the bedroom, where they found Christine still lying there, taking deep breaths as she hugged her stomach. She looked up and tried to smile at Madame Giry, but it came out as a grimace as another wave of pain hit her.

Madame Giry began to rummage through her bag as she asked Christine questions. Erik knew that he should leave, but he could not stand seeing Christine in this much pain and not being able to take some onto himself. He shuffled his feet as he stood there, trying to prolong leaving.

Suddenly, Christine gasped and fell back on her pillows, grimacing as she bit back a scream. Madame Giry quickly moved into position and said, "Christine, I can see the baby's head, the baby is coming much faster then normal, so just push when you feel that you need to, alright?"

Christine nodded, her eyes closed and her arm reaching out for something. "Erik! Erik, I need you!"

He was at her side in a second, holding her hand as she groaned. He looked at Madame Giry, worried that she would make him leave, but she only nodded and went back to work. He gave a sigh of relief and focused all his attention on Christine. He noticed that she was now beginning to sweat, and he wished that the baby would just come out and not make his dear Christine work so hard.

Christine leaned forward, squeezing Erik's hand as if her very life depended on it, and pushed. Erik closed his eyes along with her, trying to will some of his own strength to her so she would have a lighter load. Suddenly, Christine fell back again, catching her breath. Erik did not understand this new reaction until he heard the small cry come from by Madame Giry. The cry slowly got louder and louder until it was a full fledged wail. Christine opened her eyes as Madame Giry set the baby in her arms. Erik looked down at the baby and suddenly felt a wave of love flow through him. This little creature was his child, the product of the love that he and Christine had created. Madame Giry stepped back and smiled at the happy couple.

"Congratulations, it is a son."

Christine looked up at Erik and gave him a small smile. "See, I told you so." Erik just smiled at her and brushed his fingertip along his son's small head. Maybe having a son would not be so bad after all.

All of the sudden, Christine gasped again and her face grimaced in pain. Madame Giry quickly handed the baby to Erik and went back to her original position. Erik tried to hold the baby as carefully as possible, but he mind flew to the moment he had always dreaded: could this be the end of Christine? Was she dying right before his very eyes?

Madame Giry ordered Christine to push some more, which she did, while Erik held her hand and tried to balance his son in his arms at the same time.

Suddenly Christine let out a gasp and leaned back against the pillows, shock on her face as Madame Giry stood up and put another bundle into her arms.

"And, you have a daughter."

Christine smiled down at the crying baby in her arms, who seemed to be trying to reach for something in the air. Christine looked up at Erik with tears in her eyes. "I guess you were also right about a girl."

Erik did not answer, only stared in gaping shock at the girl his dear Christine held in her arms. He reached his finger down to touch her head, but was stopped by a little hand reaching up and grabbing his finger. He sat there, not knowing what to do, until Christine handed him the baby and helped Erik situate two babies in his arms. She smiled at him, as he felt tears rolling down his cheeks, and whispered, "Royden Erik and Rose Christine Destler, how does that sound, dear husband?"

Erik could only nodded as he gazed down at his children, trying to convey all the love that he felt at that moment to them in his eyes.

He was a father.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww :) I love love, happiness, sappiness, sweetness, tenderness and fluff! And they were all in one chapter! See, I got you guys with the twins, did I not? :) And in case you guys were still wondering, all this banter between Erik and Christine on the baby's gender was inspired by Anakin and Padme Skywalker in Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones. I think it was in the novelized version that they bantered over the baby's gender as the twins kicked inside Padme. So, congrats to anyone who got that right! And if you did not, oh well, I was just playing with you all.

Oh, and NO, this is not the end, nor is this like the beginning of a new story. The rest of the story will be written and then we will be done. So, do not fret, and join me in welcoming Rose and Royden into the Phantom of the Opera fan fiction world! And you can do that in a REVIEW, if you would like :) Until next chapter, Li Li