I'm sorry it's been a while since I've updated! I had a really bad week last week, and I've just been uninspired. I don't have any idea where this chapter is going, so if it's shit, I am really sorry! I mean, seriously, I have no ideas! So please bear with me. Also, I don't own POTO, although I do own Gustave and Dante. Hehe, I own Erik's offspring. YES! IN YOUR FACE! Just kidding, although I do own them. Mwhahahaha!

When we arrived, I was simply amazed. Everything looked exactly as we left it. And, much to my suprise, it wasn't that dusty. Erik and I laid Gustave and Dante in the swan bed and watched them sleep for a few moments. They looked like sleeping angels. Erik wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close to him. I put my arms around his waist and looked at him. I could tell that he was thinking the same thing that I was thinking: How did we get so lucky?

After a few moments, Erik turned and looked at his old organ and I saw his eyes light up. True, the one he had at home was beautiful, but it was nothing like this one. He looked at me, then looked back at it. "Can I..." He was just like a little boy on his birthday. I couldn't resist laughing.

"Of course you can! Just don't play too loud and wake the boys. They need their sleep." He nodded and gently kissed my cheek, then headed over to his beloved organ. I stood there for a moment longer, remembering the first time I had been there.

I walked down and flopped into Erik's old chair. I was exhausted, but I didn't want to go to sleep. I was terrified that the boys would wake up scared or that they would wake up and go play in the river and drown. But Erik, being the rascal he was, started to play the most soothing lullaby and that was the last thing I remember before morning.

I woke up to the sounds of Dante and Gustave laughing, then screaming. I stretched a little bit, then stood up and looked around, only to see the most adorable thing that I had ever seen. Dante and Gustave and somehow managed to tackle Erik and now they were jumping on him. I immediatly started laughing hysterically. Erik propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me with the goofiest smile on his face.. "Do you think this is funny? My own children beating me up?" Just then, Gustave jumped on Erik's back.

"Gustave, Dante, stop beating Papa up! You know you are stronger than him, so it's not fair to him. You're going to make him feel bad!" Of course, this made them laugh, along with Erik.

"Stronger than me? Absolutely! But am I stronger than you?" The next thing I knew, Erik lifted me into the air.

"Put me down! Come on, Erik!" The boys had already lost interest and went to find something else to entertain them. Through my laugher, I managed to talk. "Erik! It's not funny anymore! Put me down!"

"Only for a price!"

I sighed and tilted my head. "And what would that be?"

"Oh, I think you know!"

I started to laugh. "ERIK! You pig! Not now!"

"I didn't mean RIGHT now! What kind of pervert do you think I am?"

He finally put me down and I slugged him in the arm. "You had that coming, you pervert!"

He pretended like it hurt and mockingly rubbed his arm.

"Well, I suppose that we should get ready to go."

I nodded. "I have to go back with the boys and say good-bye to Meg and Madame Giry. I promised them that I would." Erik nodded.

"I'll go get our things. I'll help you find your way out of here, first."

I slightly nodded and shut my eyes as Erik rubbed my shoulders. For some odd reason, leaving was going to be difficult. I leaned back and rested my head on Erik's chest, and he wrapped his arm around my waist. "I don't want to leave here, Erik...I could stay here forever."

"I know, mon ange. I feel the same way. But it isn't the proper place to raise Dante and Gustave. They need sunlight and fresh air and...and...all that other stuff that's supposed to be good for them." I sighed in agreement.

"Well...I suppose then..."

He nodded. "Dante...Gustave...we have to leave now. Come over here."

Dante and Gustave came bounding towards us. Gustave had a playful look in his eyes. "Do really have to go, Papa? It's fun down here! There's lots of things for us to play with."

Dante chirped up then. "Yeah, Papa! There's an organ here! And I want to play it! Please...?"

I looked at Erik, who was looking at me. "We'll come back here LOTS, okay. But we have to go home." It was killing me to say this because I wanted to say just as bad as they did, and I knew that Erik did, as well. I picked up Dante while Erik picked up Gustave. We climbed in the boat, and Erik pushed it away from the shore and we began our journey back to the surface.

Pointless, I know. PLEASE, PLEASE give me ideas! I have the worst case of writer's block. Also, R&R!