I'm baaaaaaaaack! Aren't you happy?

The next few months passed quickly. Meg had moved in with Erik and I, and both of us were busy preparing nurseries. Madame Giry visited frequently. At first, she was very angry about the baby because of the circumstances, but eventually because thrilled at the prospect of becoming a Grandmother. Meg was still a wee bit upset about the circumstances, naturally, but she was determined not to hold it against the baby.

Meg was having a difficult time with pregnancy, and Madame Giry recommeded that she stay confined to bed for the last few months of her pregnancy. Of course, Meg was irate about this but she didn't want to endanger the life of the baby, so she followed her mother's orders. I, on the other hand, was having a simple pregnancy. I hadn't been bothered by morning sickness very much and I was told that everything was going along as planned.

One night, early in my ninth month of pregnancy and late in Meg's seventh month, I was waken up by Meg shrieking. I sat straight up in bed and went to wake Erik up, but, to my suprise, he was already up. I leaped out of bed and ran as fast as I could (which wasn't that fast since I was carrying an extra person inside of me). Erik followed behind me, but stopped in to check on Dante and Gustave, who were probably terrified at the shrieks.

When I got to Meg's room, I had stop and catch my breath. Madame Giry was already at Meg's side taking charge. "Christine, once you catch your breath, get some towels, blankets, and water. It's going to be a long night, I fear."

I looked at Meg, who had the most innocent, yet terrified look on her face. "It's too early, Christine. I'm so scared. What if...what if the baby dies? What would I do?"

I went over and held her hand reassuringly. "Meg, if this baby is anything like you, it will come out strong and fighting. It's going to be a lucky baby." Then I quickly left to fetch some towels, but first checked in with Erik and boys. He had taken them into our room and was reading them stories. Dante and Gustave were half asleep already. I bit my lower lip and quietly whispered to him, "Erik...it's time for Meg to have the baby. It's too soon."

He nodded in agreement. "It'll be okay, though. If the baby is anything like Meg-" He was cut off by another shriek. "Um, Christine, I think that you should be going..." I nodded and left to fetch the neccessary supplies, then went to assist Meg.

After hours and hours of labor, Meg finally gave birth a very little, but very vocal little boy. She fell asleep before she even named him. I stood watching with my hand resting on my big belly and Madame Giry came behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. "He's quite beatiful isn't he?"

I nodded in agreement. He was a beautiful child (of course, not as beautiful as mine...) with light blonde hair and blue eyes. "I wonder what she'll name him. She would never tell me what names she was considering."

Madame Giry chuckled. "Yes, that's Meg. She wouldn't tell me, either. She's probably not decided yet. But you, child, should go back to bed. You're due to give birth any time now, as well." I nodded and turned to leave the room, taking one more look at Meg sleeping with her baby in her arms. I started down the hall to go to bed when I heard knocking on the door, so I took a slight detour to answer. I figured it was Nadir, who checked in on us occasionally. I opened the door, expecting to see the dark skinned man with jades eyes and his goofy astrakhan cap, but who I saw standing there was the complete opposite. My blood began to boil. Yes, it was him. The Vicomte de Chagny.

DUN DUN DUN! And guess what! I'm done for tonight...I think! MWHAHAHA! Please R&R or else I won't update...well, I probably will anyway, but I'll just wait a really, really long time!