Yay, another update! All previous disclaimers apply. And no, we're not sure if we're crazy yet.
The next few weeks passed by quickly, but with no word from Meg or Madame Giry. I wrote constantly, but my letters always went un-replied. But in these few weeks, Erik and I had recieved several pieces of good news. Nadir had informed us that Andre and Firmin were retiring, so Erik had convinced me to allow him to BUY the Opera House. We were still discussing all of the legal matters, but it seemed that within the next month or so, we would be the new owners of the Opera House. We had also recieved the thrilling news that we were, once again, going to be parents. Erik and I were ecstatic, but I was worried about how Dante and Gustave would take it. Much to my suprise, they were just as thrilled. They were constantly talking about the things they would be doing with their new little brother, and I was constantly reminding them that it could be their new little sister, and they were constantly disregarding this fact. Erik and I were both desperatelyhoping that we would have a little girl, but the most important thing was a healthy baby.
Early one morning, and I mean early, probably about three-thirty, four o'clock, I was awakened by pounding on the door. I groaned as I rolled out of bed to see who it was. I was quite angry, actually. I hadn't been sleeping well lately and I'd been waking up early with morning sickness. Erik, on the other hand, didn't budge. I grabbed his robe and put it on, and headed downstairs. On my way down the stairs, I peeked into the boy's room to make sure that they hadn't been waken up, which, thankfully, they weren't. Erik and I had decided that when they turned six, we would put them in individual rooms, but while they were this young, it was easier to have them share.
As I plodded down the steps with my hand on my little pregnant belly, the knocking got louder. I mumbled something incoherently about how rude this was. When I finally reached the door, I peeked out to see who was there. VERY much to my surpise, it was Meg. I quickly openedthe door and Meg rushed inside.
"Meg, mon dieu, what is wrong? It's almost four in the morning! Is it your mother? Is she okay?"
Meg nodded and rubbed her forehead. "My mother is fine. It's just...you always told me that if I needed to talk, your doors were open any time. And Christine, I need to talk. I need to talk badly." I went up to her and hugged her and she started to sob.
"Shh...Meg...settle yourself down. Let's go in Erik's study and talk." I took her hand and started leading her, but she didn't move.
"Christine...how did you realize you were pregnant?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. "Meg...are you saying..."
She looked at me with the saddest eyes that I had ever seen. "I don't know Christine...I'm pretty sure, though..." She started to sob harder now, and I, once again, embraced her tightly. "Christine, I didn't even want this to happen. But...I had no say in the situation...I can't even remember it. I was walking back to the Opera House and some man grabbed me and dragged me into an alley. I can't remember anything after that, just waking up hours later not knowing where I was. I wandered for hours until I found the Opera House. I...I can only assume that he had his way with me...especially now because of this!" She started to sob harder.
"Shh...Meg, it's going to be okay. Do you know who the man is?"
She looked at me and nodded, and I could tell exactly who it was by the look in her eyes.
"Oh god, Meg...are you sure? Are you sure it was him"
She nodded again. "Christine, I'm positive. Especially because he...he told me that if I told anyone, he would kill you and Dante and Gustave and my mother. I want to KILL that bastard for doing this to me, Christine! I want to kill him!" I stroked her hair as she cried. My mind was racing. I couldn't believe that he would do a think like this. I knew he was low, I mean, he kidnapped me from my own home a day after my wedding, but to do this to poor, innocent Meg? He was trash and I was determined to seek vengence.
And now, I go to bed. Hehe, did you figure out who the bastard is? Mwhahaha. But I feel bad about being a vindictive bitch to Meg. But still, at least, the fic is read. Anyway...R&R please! Honest input is the best, and I really, really appreciate ideas!