Jane quietly slipped into the nursery, she expected both babies to be peacefully asleep and she didn't want to awake either of them. Instead, she found Allistair wide awake, his blue eyes searching the ceiling above him with an inquisitive look that was far beyond his age. Isobel slept peacefully in her bassinet, like a baby but the little raven haired boy continued to amaze her. He had the eyes of an adult, trapped in the body of a baby.

"Who's baby are you little one? You can't be either of theirs child. You look like none of us and are like none of us." Jane lifted the baby into her arms, gently cradling him. "Look at those handsome eyes."

"We will have to move from Bath, to keep distance from anyone finding us." Raoul's voice slipped through the door, striking panic through Jane. She sat Allistair back into the bassinet, quickly moving to conceal herself beneath the daybed near the window.

"But, Raoul, we have created a home here for the children. We've made alliances." Meg urged, looping her arm with Raoul's. She looked around the room cautiously, finding it empty save for the two infants. "What will Jane say? She will become more suspicious."

"She knows her place." Raoul gritted, his eyes narrowing at Meg. "We don't need her. If she becomes too troublesome, we'll leave her behind."

Jane listened carefully.

"I will not allow anything to come in the way with stealing their child, Meg. You must understand this."

"You will risk your own name and honour because of Christine Daae and her Phantom?"

Christine Daae. Jane covered her mouth to keep from making a sound. She had heard that name at the Opera Populaire, she was the beauty and the new diva of the grand Opera House. She had been the fiancé of her master and the reason that so much had happened to her. That was the mother of Allistair?

"Christine ruined my honour by denying my hand. She cast a shadow of doubt upon my impotence and ability. She brought a slight upon my name by denying me. A Vicomte denied by a commoner. She is nothing but the daughter of some famous Danish violinist. She's spent her life associated with the harlots of the Opera House."

"No offence to me of course." Meg snapped, pulling away from Raoul's hold. "You are going to waste your life in the spite of yourself."

"Meg, if I were you I'd hold my tongue."

"I'm well aware that I should hold my tongue, and yet at the same time I have no desire to. You are a foolish man at times. A handsome yet foolish man."

Raoul grabbed Meg's hand, pulling her towards him and pressing his mouth against hers.

"What are you doing?"

"I have heard it said that to silence a woman is to give her attention."

"Don't you dare. Not today. Not until you decide what you truly desire. Do you want to be with me in this new cosy life that we've acquired, living with the child of your enemy and almost bride. Or perhaps do you want to return to Christine and beg her acceptance. This is what you're doing, Raoul. You could not have her attention without making some grand scene."

"You bitch." Raoul slapped his hand across her cheek, jerking her by her blond hair. "I keep you here out of some semblance of kindness. Don't even try to have the upper hand against me."

"Let go of me." Meg growled, digging her finger nails into his hand. "You used to be a handsome man whose attractiveness was seen before you made an appearance. Now, the stench of alcohol and brothels precedes you entering a room. You've let the love you hold for Christine ruin you."

"You know nothing of what I feel for her!" Raoul shouted, releasing his hold of Meg. "I want her to suffer the way she makes me suffer. I loved her. I loved her as a child, but my father despised her. She was no more than a rat to him. He thought the young girl merely hung around me to get money. But she hung around me because we were friends. I cared for her as a child and I care for her now. She has broken my heart and yet I still care for her. Meg! Don't you understand? I love her and I always have."

"You have to realise that she will never return that love. I know it must hurt."

"You know nothing." Raoul snarled, brushing past the blond haired ballerina. "I'm going to my study, I do not wish to be bothered. But, I swear, if I call upon you. You. Will. Come."

"Yes monsieur." Meg replied, bowing her head nervously. She worried about what he could do in his drunken states. She didn't dare disobey him. She'd learned what her place was to him.

"For God's sake leave the children alone as well." Raoul snapped as he slammed the door shut as he left.

Meg flinched, expecting the babies to start screaming from the sound. Instead she heard Isobel let out a little cry, no different from being startled awake and quickly falling back to sleep. Gustave, made no sound.

"Little Gustave, I should have left you with your mother and your father. You didn't deserve this living hell that I've subjected you to. A life in the depths of a quiet church are for more fitting for such a pensive child." Meg glanced down at the little boy, shaking her head solemnly. "I'm so sorry." With one last look, Meg left the infants alone in their nursery.

Jane crawled out from beneath the daybed. Her head whirled with the information she had learned from just a few minutes of listening. She could hardly believe the truth of the baby, Allistair – no Gustave. The little baby was not an orphan, he was the beloved child of two people who were desperately wanting their son. Who was she to stand in the way of the baby's safe return?

A/N: I reposted this story because no one seemed to get the update. So here it is. Again for some. But, PLEASE Review! :) It makes me want to write more if you do. Things are starting to get hectic in life. Work, Graduation, Plays, Travel.