Well my lovelies…here is what you have ALL been waiting for.

Now lets get these two crazy kids back together...shall we Amir?

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Chapter 38

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June had arrived, and with it Amir's panic. When he had asked Captain Dubois for Christine's address so he could send her a letter, he had no idea how much it was going to affect his nerves. He had sent the letter almost two months ago telling Christine that he intended to maneuver things so that they would be forced to dock at Bristol Bay, one of the more civilized ports that was still safe for pirates, the first week in June. Still, there were so many factors to worry about. Did Christine get the letter? Would she come? What if Erik refused to take the ship where Amir advised they go? So many things could go wrong with his plan, and the stress was beginning to get to him.

Thankfully Erik had been laying off the rum a bit more lately, and his unstable mood had improved slightly ever since Captain Dubois had made his unexpected visit and Mr. Blake had spoken to him. Whatever it was he had said to his masked captain, it had helped bring him out of his dark depression…at least a little bit. Things had improved between the two of them as well, both men returning to the comfortable camaraderie between a captain and his first mate over the past month, giving Amir the confidence to put his plan into full motion.

"We need to make port for repairs?" Erik questioned when Amir informed his captain about the danger with the bilge pumps. "Can't we fix them at sea like we always do?"

"Not this time. We have been piecing them together for far too long and they are simply worn out. We need new ones," Amir told him, trying to make it sound as serious as possible. "We need to take on supplies anyway, so why not kill two birds with one stone?"

"Very well. I think Half Moon Cay would be the closest place to dock," Erik agreed, turning back to the charts he had been looking at before Amir had come in.

"If you don't mind my saying so, I think that Bristol Bay would be better," he tried to sound casual and not in any way like he was manipulating things. "They have a better smithy there and we might be able to get them cheaper. I think it is worth going the extra distance to get a better quality product."

Erik looked up at his first mate with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Since when have you ever cared about saving a few coins, unless it was your own money?" Erik's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he suspected something. "I know what this is about."

"You do?" Amir froze, was he that transparent? Had he let something slip?

"This is about some girl, isn't it? You don't want to go to Bristol Bay for the pumps, you just want to see some barmaid again, don't you?"

"Yes, you figured it out," Amir said, giving a sigh of relief. "I guess I can't fool you."

"Fine, Bristol Bay it is," Erik chuckled. "I just hope she is damn pretty if we are going to sail that far out of our way."

"Oh yes, I think even you would agree that she is the prettiest girl in the Caribbean," Amir replied quietly.

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So a few days later the Phantom docked in the harbor at Bristol Bay late in the afternoon. The ship had hardly been tied off when Amir announced that he was going ashore in search of the bilge pumps.

"Hold up there," Erik told him. "Give me a few minutes to organize things here and I will go with you."

"No!" he said, perhaps a little too quickly. "I mean, I can do it myself, or maybe I will take Mr. Blake with me. That will allow you to go ashore and arrange for the purchase of the provisions before it gets too late. If we split up the duties we can get done twice as fast and have more time to get a drink at the tavern later this evening."

Erik nodded, seeing the logic in his plan, especially since the sun had already began to sink in the west. Amir had good ideas every now and again, especially when motivated by the prospect of rum and women.

"All right. You and Blake get the new bilge pumps and I will meet you there in a few hours. Just make sure you don't let them overcharge you in your rush to get to the tavern. I am sure this pretty lass of yours will wait for you," Erik told him before waving him off.

"I certainly hope she is there waiting," Amir said under his breath as he grabbed hold of Blake's arm and practically dragged the confused man off the ship and headed into town.

Amir headed for the Rooster's Rest as fast as his legs could carry him, desperately hoping to find Christine there like planned. Oh how horribly this day would suddenly turn if she was not.

"Slow down," Blake said, sounding a bit out of breath.

Amir did as asked, turning around to see the older man leaning against a wall, trying to catch his breath.

"What has got you in such a rush?" he asked, noticing how agitated the Persian man seemed. "Hard to believe you are this anxious to buy some bilge pumps."

"It is not bilge pumps I am hoping to find in town…it is Christine," Amir divulged at last, watching as Blake's eyes grew the size of saucers and a huge smile spread across his usually somber face.

"Christine?" he gasped, forgetting all about how winded he was. "She is here in Bristol Bay?"

"That is what I am hoping. I sent her a letter a while back telling her I would get the Phantom to make port here the first week of June. As long as she got the letter, and she still loves Erik, we should find her at the Rooster's Rest Inn," Amir explained.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get going!" Blake said, this time taking the lead as he made his way through the streets, a renewed sense of determination coming over the red haired pirate.

Amir shook his head and laughed as he hurried to catch up with him.

The two men burst into the main room of the small Inn and went directly up to the desk where a man stood writing a letter. He looked up, a bit suspiciously, as they approached.

"We need to know if you have any guests under the name of Wright or Daae," Amir demanded, his voice quite frantic. The man behind the desk opened his mouth to speak but his words were overshadowed by the voice that came from behind the two pirates.

"Amir? Mr. Blake?"

Spinning around they came face to face with Christine, standing just a few feet away as if she had been waiting for them to appear. It only took seconds before all three were laughing and hugging one another fiercely, tears streaming down all their faces. When they finally found their voices they each couldn't talk fast enough, asking so many questions about so many things that answering them all seemed impossible.

Christine felt her heart go out to Blake as he stared in awe at her stomach, his hand shaking just a little as he tentatively reached out to touch it gently. Several patrons walked by and gave the odd threesome strange or disapproving looks at their boisterous conduct. However, their laughter suddenly died when Christine asked the one question that was burning in her mind.

"How is Erik?"

Both Amir and Blake looked at each other, exchanging wary glances yet both not willing to answer.

"Maybe we should sit down, this could take a while," Amir suggested, gesturing to a nearby table in the corner. Before they could take their seats however, their attention was diverted as Dr. Daae made his entrance into the room.

"Here is your shawl, Christine…." he began, but his words too were cut short by the sight of the two men with his daughter. "Mr. Dessan…Mr. Blake!" This was then followed by another round of greetings and happy laughter. Once they were all settled down once more and reclining at the table Amir got down to business.

"Erik is in a bad way, and has been ever since he left you," Amir explained, taking Christine's hand in his when she looked ready to cry. "He has not been himself and has been acting very moody, reckless and has consumed enough rum to pickle himself a dozen times over," Amir said with a shake of his head. "He seemed to snap out of it a little since Blake over here had a go of talking some sense in him, but even if he has laid off the rum, he is still not the same man who left you back on Edwards ship and sailed away. It is like something inside him just shriveled up and died that day."

"He is missing you something fierce, Christine. We think that only you can bring back the captain we knew," Blake added.

"Well I didn't come all this way to leave in defeat," Christine said, setting her jaw in determination. "How do you think we should handle this?"

"I told Erik I would meet him at a local tavern in a few hours' time, right now he is busy dealing with the acquisition of supplies. I need to go purchase some bilge pumps, seeing as how that was the whole reason I told Erik we needed to make port in the first place, then Blake here can sneak you on board the Phantom while Erik is still on shore," Amir said, having spent over a month planning out every detail.

"What should I do?" Charles asked, excited about the plan.

"I think it would be best if you stay here for now. We don't want Erik seeing you on board by accident and spoiling the surprise," Amir mused.

Charles nodded his head in agreement. This was something that Christine needed to do alone, for it sounded like only she could get through to Erik.

"Will you be all right alone?" he asked Christine.

"I will be just fine…and in a short while, I hope I will never be alone again," she said with a wide confident smile on her face.

"Good, then let's get this plan underway," Amir said, as he and Blake stood to leave. Yet they both stopped in confusion when Christine did not rise along with them. "Is something wrong? Do you not approve of the plan?"

"The plan sounds just fine," Christine told them assuredly. She then motioned towards her protruding stomach. "I simply require some assistance to rise is all," she laughed, holding out her hands to the two confused men.

Amid more smiles and laughter the two men helped Christine into a standing position, and watched as she kissed her father goodnight, then headed out with Blake and Amir.

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Several hours later Amir found Erik at the local tavern sitting at a table in the back, nursing a bottle of rum.

"I was wondering if you got lost," Erik said, pushing out a chair for his friend with his foot, as he poured him a drink. "With as anxious as you were, I'd have thought you would have beaten me here."

"Well things just took longer than I thought," he told Erik, sitting in the chair and downing the drink in one gulp.

"So, which one is she, this raving beauty of yours?" he asked, looking around at the assortment of women in the tavern.

"What?" Amir questioned. Then remembering his fabricated excuse for coming, he looked around the room and then shrugged. "I don't see her. Maybe it is her night off. Oh well, I guess we should get back to the ship." He stood up, hoping Erik would follow.

"That's it? You come all this way and you give up so easily?" This was not at all like Amir. "There are plenty of other pretty ladies to choose from, if the one you want is not around, pick another," Erik told him, gesturing to several agreeable looking girls at the bar who had been watching the two men for a while now.

"Really?" Amir asked, his voice becoming thoughtful. "So what you are saying is that one woman is just as good as another? They are all the same, no one more special than the next? If that is true, why don't you go say hello to that pretty red head over there who has been giving you the eye?" Amir asked, baiting Erik. When he had begun this little narrative, he had thought it was a good idea…however when he saw the look that now came over Erik, he felt the cold hand of fear grip him. Had he just gone too far?

Erik stared at his first mate in utter shock at what he had just said. In a fit of rage, Erik's hand shot out and grabbed Amir by the collar, pulling him forward till their faces were only inches apart, his eyes ablaze behind the dark mask he wore as he hissed his next words.

"You know that I have not looked at another woman since Christine left. Do you expect me to just forget her and take up with the first lady for hire that I see?" Erik said with deadly anger.

"Well, you can't go on like this forever, it is just not healthy," Amir said, swallowing the lump of fear in his throat. "You're moody all the time, lose your temper at the drop of a hat and take far too many chances for my liking. I just thought a little female companionship might snap you out of it. The way I see it, the best thing you can do for yourself is to just forget about Christine." Amir reached up and pulled free of Erik's grasp, straightening his collar before he poured himself another glass of rum to steady his now shaky nerves. He then sat back in his chair, and tried to get his heart to stop racing as he studied Erik's reaction to his recommendation.

"Forget her?!" Erik asked. Who was this man? Because the things he was saying certainly did not sound like Amir. "How the hell am I supposed to forget her when I see her face every night in my dreams? When everything on that blasted ship is a constant reminder of her? Good lord man, it would be easier for me to cut out my own beating heart then to forget her."

"So you do still love her then?" he continued, liking how this was going.

"Hell yes, I still love her! I never stopped! What is this all about, Amir?" he demanded harshly.

"Nothing. Just trying to get things clear in my mind is all." He stood up once more to leave. "I say we head back to the ship, and get to work on those bilge pumps. My pretty lass is not going to show up tonight, and since I had my heart set on seeing only her, I figure we should go."

Erik just shook his head as he stared at his friend in confusion.

"Fine. Anything as long as it will get you to shut up," he said, shoving the nearly full bottle of rum into Amir's hand before heading out the door and into the street.

As the two walked back to the ship in silence Erik mulled over what had just happened back at the tavern. Amir had been wrong…dead wrong. While it was true that Erik had noticed the girls in the tavern looking his way while he waited, not one of them had even remotely turned his head. Christine was the only woman who could make his body shudder with desire, the only one he wanted in his arms. She haunted his dreams at night and her memory obsessed him during the day. The drawing her father had left him was like a gentle torture every time he looked at it, reminding him just how perfect their life together had been for those few brief months. If he lived to be a hundred, he knew he would always look back at that time as the bright spot in his otherwise miserable existence. He would never want anyone else, Christine would always be the only woman for him.

Over the last month, since he had sobered up, his mind had been a whirl with thoughts of Christine. He had at last come to the conclusion that he had made a terrible mistake in sending her way. Mr. Blake had been right, no matter the reason, being apart from Christine was tantamount to death. Erik had sent her away to avoid that very thing, and yet if they were apart, it was no different than if she were dead. This realization struck him like a shot to the chest, momentarily taking his breath away. Erik wanted Christine back and to hell with everything else! His life was nothing without her and like Raoul had said, he was the only one who could do something about it. He knew he couldn't just sail to South Port and spirit her away like a captive aboard his ship, no matter how much he wanted to. It would devastate her father if he went about it that way, not to mention probably get him killed along with his whole crew for approaching a navel town so boldly. No there had to be a way for them to be together and if his world was too dangerous for her…then he would have to find a way to live in hers.

"Are you coming?" Amir called back to him, startling Erik from his trance.

Erik's head snapped up as he realized his friend was speaking to him, his mind completely consumed by his new goal to get Christine back.

"Yes, I just….Yes, I am coming," he said, catching up to where his first mate waited. He needed more time to think about this before discussing it with Amir and his crew.

Once back on board the Phantom Erik immediately began giving orders to weigh anchor, more than ready to put Bristol Bay to their rudder. At first some of the men seemed to hesitate, but after a reassuring nod from Amir they complied.

This was working out better than planned, Amir mused, as the men scurried to get the ship under sail. It had not been his intention to leave port when he suggested that he and Erik head back to the ship, but now that Amir thought about it, this would be perfect. If they were a few miles out to sea there would be no place for Erik to run, and best of all no way he could throw his first mate off the ship. Well, he supposed he could, but Amir was a strong swimmer and knew he could make it back to land without drowning. Yes indeed, this was going well.

Erik was standing on the top deck as they made their way out of the bay and headed towards open sea, the large full moon illuminating the sea before him. However, Erik's mind was still churning with his new found resolve to find Christine and win her back. It would take some planning, and would require the help and cooperation of all his crew, but this was something Erik was determined to see through. Telling one of his men to take the wheel and keep their heading, he turned and walked down the steps to the lower deck. It was then that he saw the rest of the crew was gathered in a group, all talking quietly about something. When they saw him approach they separated, revealing Amir, who had been standing in the center, as if giving them directions. Erik watched as his Persian friend stepped forward, crossing his arms over his chest, as all eyes turned to Erik.

"Is this a mutiny?" Erik asked slowly, looking around for some sign of what was going on.

"I guess in a way, it is," Amir nodded thoughtfully. "You once told me that a first mate should be willing to stand up to anyone, even his captain, when he thinks something is wrong. Well, we feel that you sending Christine away was very wrong. We took a vote and decided that you two should be together."

Erik stood there with his hands on his hips, as the rest of the crew nodded their agreement.

"I see," Erik said thoughtfully. "You all decided this as a group?"

"Every man here is of the same accord," Amir told him. "We feel that since she left you have become reckless, irritable and you drunk up far too much of the ship's rum. When we signed on we agreed to follow your orders, but this is one time we feel that you should follow ours. What do you have to say to that?" Amir swallowed hard, worried that the next thing he might feel was a knife in his chest for daring to speak to his captain in such a disrespectful fashion…but it had to be done.

"I say…" Erik began, his hand coming to rest on the hilt of his sword, causing a few of the men to take a wary step back. Yet Amir held his ground, firmly rooted in his place, not sure from bravery or stupidity. "I say… that you are right."

That was not what Amir had expected to hear and his head snapped up straight as his eyes narrowed in confusion.

"We're right?" he asked, making sure he had heard him correctly. "Damn, I'm better at this than I thought. I figured it would take a lot more convincing to get you to see things our way. I even had a whole long speech prepared."

Erik could almost hear the disappointment in Amir's voice over this, and did his best not to laugh because of it.

"While I am sure it would have been a real good speech, I think what you said back at the tavern already did the trick. You made me realize that I don't want to get on with my life…I want my life back. And that life is with Christine," he said, looking around at each of his crew.

"Oh thank heavens!" Amir said as he uncrossed his arms and gave a sigh of relief. "I was so worried that you might shoot me for what I did, but now I guess I won't have to sleep with one eye open tonight."

"Shoot you for what you did?" Erik repeated, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What exactly did you do?"

"Well…why don't you go into your cabin and find out," Amir told him, a big goofy grin spreading across his face as the men stepped aside, giving their captain clear access to the door of his quarters.

Erik stood there for a moment in confused silence, before he let his curiosity urge him forward. Gripping the handle he turned and looked back, still unsure as to what lay on the other side. Even though he knew what he prayed would be there, he still couldn't quite allow himself to dare hope.

As he entered and closed the door behind him, Erik's eyes scanned the dimly lit room, quickly searching for anything out of place. At first he saw nothing, his hopes crashing to the floor, but then some movement in the shadows up by the windows caught his attention and his head spun around. He watched as Christine stood up from where she had been sitting, and took a few steps towards him into the light.

His eyes drank in the sight of her. All the breath leaving his chest and his legs went weak as if they would no longer support him. He was afraid to move, to even blink for fear she would fade away like she had done so many times before in his dreams. She was back, his beautiful blue eyed angel…his wife. His hungry eyes raked over her, from the delicate pink dress she wore that hugged her now swollen belly as it announced the presence of their growing child, to her beautiful chestnut curls that now cascaded down her back. Oh how his fingers longed to reach out and entangle themselves in those silken locks.

Without knowing exactly how, Erik found the strength to move towards her, his legs taking on a life of their own as he bounded up the steps. To his infinite joy she did not run, nor did she fade away and he fiercely engulfed her in his arms, daring heaven and earth to ever take her from him again. He felt her stiffen at his touch, momentarily causing him to fear that she might push him away, but a wave of relief flooded over him as she reached out to complete the embrace, pressing herself into him as he began to whisper words of regret into her ear.

"I am so sorry, so terribly sorry, Christine. Please forgive me," he managed to choke out, his voice raw and pained. "I was a fool, a damned fool. I had no idea how hard being away from you would be. I love you so much, please say you forgive me." His hands reached up to stroke her hair, to caress her shoulders and to finally search out her face as he pulled her back to look at him. What he saw there in her eyes was like rain on the desert to him, a pure look of love that washed away all the pain from the last few months.

"Shhhh." she whispered. "We are together now and that is all that matters." All thoughts of scolding him vanished as she reached up and brought his head down to hers, their lips coming together in a long anticipated kiss. The two rode the wave of passion the intimate contact invoked, each one pressing deeper as they endeavored to make up for lost time. In the end they parted, both breathless yet deliriously happy.

"I can't believe you are here. How did you find me?" he asked, his face never moving more than an inch from hers, as his hands continued to touch her everywhere they could, her cheek, her neck, her hair.

"Amir sent me a letter saying he would make sure you were here at Bristol Bay during the first week of June, and I knew this was exactly where I had to be as well," she told him, but suddenly her voice changed, and her pleading eyes looked on the verge of tears. "Please don't send me away again, don't try and leave me. I swear I will die this time if you do."

"No, never!" he assured her, wrapping his arms around her as he held her close to his chest. "No one can part us ever again, not even a misguided idiot like myself. I am so sorry for all the pain I have caused for us both. I will go to my grave begging your forgiveness, if you experienced even half the pain I put myself through in my stupidity." Placing his hands on her arms, he stepped back, holding her away from him, but not willing to break his contact with her. "Let me look at you."

Christine blushed a little as she recognized the desire in his voice, placing her hands on her stomach as she looked down.

"I think I have changed a bit since you last saw me. I'm…well, as you can see, quite huge," she sounded a little apologetic.

"You're exquisite," he told her breathlessly, his eyes memorizing every bit of her in wonderment. "How could you be anything but beautiful? You are my wife and the mother of my child…our child..." Erik found he could no longer speak, his words choking up inside him. Overcome with emotion he sank to his knees as he reached out his trembling hands and placed them on either side of her stomach, his heart swelling with pride knowing that he had helped create the new life he saw before him. His eyes grew wide as he felt a sudden movement beneath his palms, and he looked up at Christine in wonderment.

"He knows it's you, and wanted to say hello," she laughed. "I would tell him stories about you every day while you were gone, and now he simply can't wait to come out and meet you."

"How long?" Erik asked, unwilling to take his hands away for fear he might miss any other miraculous sensations. "How much longer before he…or she arrives?"

"Not long now, just a couple weeks, if that," she told him, her face slightly anxious.

Erik's head snapped up suddenly and his eyes turned dark and accusing.

"You mean you came all this way alone when you were so near to having this baby?" he asked, shock and concern in his voice. "I will kill Amir for this!"

"You will do nothing of the sort," she scolded, though there was humor in her voice. "Besides, I didn't come alone, my father sailed with me," she reassured him with a smile. "I was perfectly safe, traveling with my own personal physician."

"Your father brought you?" Erik was surprised by this, never believing that Charles would have allowed such a thing. "He does not object to our being together?"

"I don't think he truly ever did. He has many times told me he regrets the part he played in taking me away from you, although he still says he understands your reasoning behind it. I on the other hand, do not!" she told him forcefully, placing her hands on her hips and giving him a very stern look. "So from now on, anything that affects our future will hereby be discussed at great length between the both of us before a decision is made. Have I made myself perfectly clear on that?" she asked firmly. "After all, I now speak for two, so we have you outnumbered."

Erik stood up and nodded in submission. He then smiled at her, tipping her stubborn chin upwards in order to kiss her softly on the lips.

"I hear and obey, my love. From this day forward I am yours to command as you will," he assured her.

The two of them sat on the bed and talked for a long time, catching up on every small detail of their time spent apart. Their conversation was interrupted every now and again as Erik could not resist kissing her or taking her in his arms just to reassure himself that all this was real. When Christine got to the subject of Captain Dubois' visit she seemed to hesitate, afraid of how she was going to tell him about Raoul's affections, but Erik came to her rescue.

"I know all about Dubois' feelings for you," he told her, causing her to stare at him in shock. "We encountered the Lavorett a while back and he told me all about it."

"May I assume he is still alive?" she asked, more worried than she cared to admit.

"Just barely," Erik laughed, remembering how close he had come to strangling the man. "We came to an understanding, he and I. He understood that I would end his life if he ever tried for your affections again, and I came to realize that I would only have the right to do so, if I first won you back. Then Amir said some things to me that really woke me up, and believe me, if you had not been waiting for me in my cabin today, I was prepared to sail directly to South Port in order to find you. I don't think I could have handled waking up another morning without you beside me. You have no idea how much I have missed you."

"Oh, I am pretty sure I do," she assured him. "If it were not for your frequent visits in my dreams, I believe I would have gone insane."

"So you dreamed of me, just like I dreamed of you? I guess that just proves that I am completely incapable of staying away from you in any fashion, and I promise that I will never leave your side again," he whispered, taking her hand in his as he kissed it gently. "Never."

"Well you are going to have to leave for a moment at least while you tell Amir to stop the ship, we can't continue to sail away and leave my father stranded back in Bristol Bay," she pointed out.

"I don't think we are going anywhere," he laughed, knowing his first mate well enough to understand how his mind worked. "I am sure he only got us far enough out of the bay to ensure that we were duly confined to the ship, and would be forced to make up. That or he was worried I would throw him off the Phantom, and then sail away without him. Either way, I noticed that we dropped anchor some time ago. We can't be more than a few miles off shore." He pointed out the window into the darkness at the lights that were still visible from the small town of Bristol Bay.

"Do you think we need to go out and tell the crew that we are back together?" she asked, slyly.

"Something tells me that the fact we will not be emerging from this cabin till morning will be a dead giveaway that we have made up," he laughed. "For I refuse to share you with another living soul tonight." He leaned in for a long and sensuous kiss, savoring the texture of her soft honeysuckle lips. He could feel her breath mingling with his, and his body ached to be with her. "I need you so badly," he moaned, closing his eyes.

"I know…I feel the same way," she told him, reaching up and slipping her hand inside his shirt as she fanned the flames that were raging between them.

Yet Erik suddenly pulled away, a groan of frustration escaping his lips as he did, causing Christine looked up at him in bewilderment.

"We can't do this…me taking you now might harm the baby," he explained as he saw the confusion in her eyes. "Though it might very well kill me to do so, I can restrain myself for the sake of our child," he assured her. "Just as long as I can hold you in my arms from now till forever, I will be content."

"You know…" she told him, a seductive smile spreading across her lips. "My father gave me this book to read about pregnancies, and it said that intimate relations between a husband and a wife is quite safe, even this late into it. So I think as long as we are very careful, and perhaps a little creative, there shouldn't be a problem with you showing me just how much you missed me, my captain."

Erik's eyes grew wide with excitement and he let out a low moan of gratefulness and relief.

"If I recall, the last time we made love, I asked you to be gentle with me…it is the least I can do to return the favor," he replied, his voice low and husky with desire.

"Then what are you waiting for?" she asked, pushing him down onto his back as she slowly removed his mask from his face, leaning in to place a series of kisses across his scarred cheek and forehead. When she felt she had given ample attention to ever inch, she reached out and yanked his shirt open, exposing his bare chest to her eager eyes. "Now then, remind me exactly what kind of roguish pirate I married, and prove to me that I will always belong to you…and you alone," she told him as she reached over and blew out the light.

"Nothing would please me more…my beautiful angel."

Yes indeed, the night belonged to them.

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Well? Are we all happy now? I think Erik and Christine are!

Did you like how sneaky Amir and Blake were?

How Amir's words at the tavern really made Erik realize his mistake?

Their reunion?

Now shhhhh, lets give our love birds some alone time...they deserve it.