Hey, hey, hey! Sorry...I meant no reference to the movie "Fat Albert." Anyway, I intended on updating yesterday, but my shitty internet stopped working. I was pissed. Oh, yeah, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU for the reviews! I seriously appreciate it. It makes my day better. I've been having guy problems lately...well, not guy problems per-se, but just issues over things with guys. It's a long story. But I'll stop ranting and get on with the story. I don't own Phantom of the Opera, in case you didn't know that.

Themonth or so flew by. Madame Giry had yet to give Meg the note that Raoul had instructed be given to her. Meg had barely left her bed sinceElijahJules was born, and she had Oliver's crib moved into her room. (Author's Note:I used the nameElijah because I saw this ADORABLE baby tonight named Elijah. He was SO cute.) Erik and I had signed the final papers for the Opera House, so we now officially owned it. But, most importantly, I gave birth to a beautiful little girl, Madeline Nichole two weeks ago(Author's Note: Madeline is quite a common name around here, but Madeline Nichole is the name of my cousin's baby.) She wasa somewhat easy birth, and Erik instantly fell in love with her. Dante and Gustave were a little upset that she was a girl, but within an hour, they adored her as well. So needless to say, our house was filled with crying babies.

I was determined not to be as controlling with Madeline like I was with Dante and Gustave. I did insist that she slept in our room for the first few nights because of the fact that I was too tired to get out of bed for night-time feedings.

The first night we had Madeline sleep in her nursery, she was about two weeks old. Erik and I both put her to bed and kissed her good-night, and Erik had to practically drag me out of the room. From there, we proceeded with our usual bedtime routine with Dante and Gustave and went to bed. I was terrified that Madeline would start to cry and I wouldn't hear her, but Erik assured me that she had a set of lungs that could challenge Carlotta's. After several hours, I finally started to fall asleep, when I heard Erik leaving the room. I decided to wait a few seconds, then I followed him down the hall. He quietly entered Madeline's room while I stood quietly by the door so he wouldn't know that I was following him. I listened to him chatter to her in baby talk, then he picked her up and sat down with her and continued chattering. I was trying hard not to laugh, but it was such and adorable sight. After a few moments, I heard Madeline start to fuss. I immediatly shifted into Mama mode and almost went in her room and took over, but then I heard Erik singing to her softly:

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour.
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ...

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the lifeyou knew before!
Close your eyes,let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it,feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind,let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness thatyou know you can not fight
the darkness ofthe music of the night.

Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before!
Let your soul take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me

Floating, falling,sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me,savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night

You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night

I started thinking about when he first sang that song to me a few years ago. He was so...passionate when he sang it to me. But now, his voice had a completely different tone to it. It was more nurturing and less passionate, but it was still beautiful. By the time he ended the song, I was standing in the doorway watching him soothe the now sleeping baby. I expected him to see me right away, but instead, he stood up and kissed Madeline's little head and put her in her crib and stood there watching her sleep. I went up behind him and put my arms around his waist. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

He seemed a little suprised to see me, but he pulled me closer and put his arm around me. "She's perfect. A little angel."

I leaned my head against him and shut my eyes. "She's so peaceful."

Erik started to laugh. "Except when she's crying! She doesn't even cry, she shrieks!"

This made me start laughing. "She sounds like Carlotta! Oh, that's awful for me to say."

"But it's true, mon ange!"

I started to laugh harder. "No, Erik, it's awful for me to compare her to Carlotta!"

Erik was hysterically laughing now. I had never seen him laughing so hard. He stumbed out into the hallway and sat on the floor laughing. I followed him, trying to figure out what he found so funny. Finally, after about ten minutes, he caught his breath and started talking. "I started imagining little Maddy...in Carlotta's costume for Il Mutto, and the mental image was hilarious."

I jokingly punched his arm. "Hey, I had to wear that costume...and I felt like a clown...God, Erik, why'd you have to say that? Now I have that mental image in my head." Now I started laughing. I flopped down next to Erik and gave him a very passonate kiss on the lips, then rested my head in his lap. He started to run his hands through my messy I shut my eyes. I could hear Meg up with Elijah, who was unusually fussy. "Elijah is a really fussy baby, Erik. I feel bad for Meg, but I'm so glad that our children weren't like that."

Erik scoffed. "He probably got that from his father." I nodded, knowing this was true from experience. Raoul was a whiny man. Erik kept playing with my hair, and I started to fall asleep. After a few minutes, I felt Erik lifting me up and carry me into our room. I rested my head against his chest and inhaled deeply. I tried to say something, but it came out as a series of incoherent mumbles. Erik set me down on the bed and kiss me gently (a favor with I tiredly tried to return), and I within seconds, I was fast asleep.

Haha, sorry if it's a little fast paced. I honestly started falling asleep while writing this. Either I'm really tired (it is 4:30 AM) or it's really boring. Don't y'all love how I've transformed Erik into this father-y guy? I do. I think it's hot. Seriously. I'm weird, I know. Oh, yeah lol, I was on a desperate to use "Music of the Night" in this story, and that kind of seemed like an appropriate place...I couldn't find anything nice to put there. Anyway, R&R and now...I NEED IDEAS! The brain is tired and out of ideas.