Happy Easter! Can you actually believe that yesterday I saw a sign that said "Hoppy Easter!" I thought it was funny...then I saw a sign for a restaurant that said "Hungry Are Ya?" Jollies. Anyway, I don't own POTO, I'm just renting it.

Erik and I arrived home safely. Erik wanted to stay somewhere else for a while, but I assured him that I was ready to go home. Never in my life have I been happier to see my home.

The next few months passed quickly. Erik and I transformed a spare bedroom into a nursery for our baby. My belly grew larger everyday, and by the time I was four months, I couldn't fit into any of my clothes. Erik, of course, pampered me endlessly. I objected at first, but Erik insisted, and I grew used to it very quickly. He had also expressed his fears that the child would be born with a face like his, but I reassured him over and over again that even if they did, I would love them no less. Meg and Madame Giry visisted as often as they could. It was a very busy time at the Opera house, but they visited at least twice a month. Since I was growing atsuch a rapid speed, Meg always brought me clothes, which Igreatly appreciated.

One Saturday night, when I wasin the late stages of my eighth month, I woke up with a strange feeling.Call it a woman's intution, or maybe common sense, but I knew whatit meant immediatly:the baby was ready tobe born. I woke Erik and told him. He groggily muttered something, thenstarted to go back to sleep, until it comprehended with him.

"WHAT?The baby...born...now? But...but...oh my God, I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown..."

Perhaps it was rude of me, but I started laughing. I had never seen him panicking like this. "Erik...breathe...luckily, Madame Giry is here, and since she has had a child, I'm sure she knows what to do. So why don't you go down the hall and get her. And please remember to BREATHE!"

Erik nodded, then leapt out of bed and ran down the hall yelling. That was when I had my first contraction. It was the worst pain that I had ever experienced and I made sure to let everyone in the house know it. I heard Erik stop dead in his tracks, then run back to our room.

"What happened? Are you okay? Umm...umm...do you want me to get you anything...some...uh..." Just then, Madame Giry crept behind him and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Erik, go by Christine. I'll take control from here. You are in no condition to be running about."

I looked at Erik, who was completely flustered. He was out of breath and holding onto the door frame for support. He was an absolute mess.

A little more than twelve hours later, I had given birth to not only one, but two little boys. I had named the first Gustave Charles after my father, and Erik named the second Dante Erik because he liked the name. Both boys had heads full of thick black hair. They were two perfect little angels. Erik, who had virtually no experience when it came to babies, was very apprehensive about holding the small babies. Meg, on the other hand, fell in love instantly and couldn't wait to hold them. Me, on the other hand, hogged them. I was nervous letting anyone else hold them, even Erik. I insisted on taking care of them myself, which was extremely exhausting.

When the boys were a week old, I finally took a break after putting them to bed. Meg and her mother had gone home the day after the twins were born, but returned a few days later with another crib, which I thanked them endlessly for. After I put the babies to bed, I went into my bedroom and laid down. Erik was busy working on something at hs organ, but playing very quietly. I hadn't intended on falling asleep, but the music he was playing ever-so-gently was very soothing and relaxing.

The next thing I knew, I woke up hearing Erik shriek. He ran into our room retching, then breathlessly started to talk. "Christine...it's horrible...messy...there's...poo... all over! It's a nightmare! I don't know what to do! They are so small... how can something so small make something so...big...and putrid?" I started to laugh hysterically and dragged myself into the nursery. Erik followed me like a puppy and watched as I effortlessly cleaned up the disguisting mess that Gustave made and put him back in his crib.

"See, Erik, it's not THAT bad. It just takes some getting used to. I guess that I'm going to have to stop being so overbearing and let you care for them sometimes."

"Umm, I think that I'll let you handle this department. I don't enjoy this particular... activity."

I looked at him. My poor Erik was so frazzled. I couldn't help laughing. He needed a hug, which I gladly gave him. "Oh my poor, poor Erik. It's only going to get easier. Pretty soon, you'll be a master at changing diapers."

I ran my hands through his hair and gave him a kiss. "You're going to be the best Papa in the world."

This brought a smile to his face. "And you, mon amour, will be the Mama in the world."

This brought a smile to my face. "Wow, Dante and Gustave are going turn out perfect considering the fact that they have the best parents in the world."

Just then, little Dante started to cry. Erik looked at me nervously, and I gave him a little push. "Go on, take care of your baby." He walked over to the crib and awkwardly picked up the small child.

"Shh...what do you want...are you hungry...ummm... Christine, what does he want?"

"I think that he needs his diaper changed." I started to laugh at the look on Erik's face, but he was a trooper and started to change the diaper.

"Oh, good, this is NOTHING like his brother's. No poopies for you, huh little guy?" Just then, little Dante gave Erik the golden shower. Erik started freaking out (Author's Note: I couldn't think of any other expression besides 'freaking out.' I thought about it for five minutes and my brain went blank.)

I started laughing uncontrollably. This had happened to me several times already, and I know how unhumorous I found it, but Erik's reaction was hilarious. "Erik, go change. I'll take over." Erik walked out of the room shaking his head. I knew that in time, Erik would get the hang of the whole parenting thing, but right now, he was utterly inexperienced. Until then, I would have to sit in the shadows and watch, trying to control my laughter.

Yeah, kind of funny in some spots. Actually, how Erik was changing the diaper is how I still am, even after baby-sitting for five years and nine little cousins. I hate it. Anyway, R&R, honest input please.