Hehe, I was going to wait to update, but I couldn't do that...I wanted to write! My writer's block is gone!

"Christine..."

My heart stopped for a moment as I looked behind me.

"Erik!"

We both jumped off of our horsesand Iran into his arms. "Oh Erik! I knew you come for me. I knew it!" Just being back in his arms again made me feel safe.

"Christine...I looked for weeks...then Meg came to me and gave me that note. I'm so sorry it took me so long, mon ange. I thought that I would never see you again."

Both of us were crying tears of happiness. All of a sudden, I heard a rustle behind us and my heart sank. "Oh god Erik..."

"What a sweet reunion. I'm SO sorry to interrupt. I just have some unfinished business with Christine."

It was Raoul. Erik stepped forward, and I held onto his arm.

"Vicomte! It has been quite sometime now, hasn't it?"

Raoul was trying (rather unsuccessfully, might I add) to be equally intimidating. "I believe, Sir, that you have something of mine."

I shook my head in disguist. "I will never be yours, you filthy animal!"

Raoul tsk'ed and shook his head. "My dear, is that any way to talk to a Vicomte? I think not." With this, he roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Erik. "Come now, we must go home."

"My home will never be with you." I spat in his face. (Author's note: I would love to spit inhis face.)

Within seconds, I saw something quick pass by me and I heard Raoul gag, then let go of me. Yes, it was the infamous Punjab lasso. Erik's trusted friend. I ran over to Erik and watched Raoul choke for a moment, then grabbed Erik's arm. "Erik...no. He's not worth it. He's not worth your freedom. I don't want to lose you when I just got you back...think about me...think about our baby."

Erik dropped the lasso when he heard my last comment. "What...?"

I couldn't hide my smile. "Our baby, Erik..." I put my hand on my midsection and looked at Erik.

"Christine...are you serious?"

I nodded and leapt in his arms. "Let's go home, Erik."

Erik lifted me on his horse and I held onto him tightly as we rode off into the morning. I looked back on saw Raoul kneeling on the ground with the rope still around his neck, crying like a little girl, once again. I turned back and rested my head on Erik's back. I was ready to return to my old life.

Hmmm...should it be over? I'm not sure...I might add a few more chapters onto this story, but I'm contemplating a sequel. Yes, No, Maybe? I don't know! R&R, please give me opinons and ideas.