Christine had been growing so much over her pregnancy that she felt ready to burst by the time she was eight months along. She and Erik had just moved into their home a month previous and had been busy unpacking all of their things. She found it increasingly difficult to move around and was eventually ordered to bed by her husband. She felt physically drained but excited for this baby. The only problem was Erik. He had grown increasingly quieter as her time progressed. She knew that he was still worried about passing on his deformities to their child, but she had to try to ignore the frustration she felt towards this. She tried to do everything she could to convince him that their child would be fine, but believed that nothing would be resolved until the child was born. With how large she was it would not be long.

She was startled from her thoughts when she saw her husband enter the room with the food tray. Erik had brought lunch up to her. They had servants, yes, but Erik and Christine liked to share lunch alone together in their bedroom while she was on bed rest. She looked up from the tray and smiled gently at Erik. He smiled back softly, but said nothing. Leaning over to kiss her forehead, he sat down on the bed next to her and set the food out on the tray. Christine's attention, however, was not on the food. He looked up from the tray only to be startled by being the object of Christine's gaze. "I love you, Erik. I just want you to know." He smiled and took her hand and brought it up to his lips. "I love you too."

Suddenly, Christine felt something like a jolt of electricity run through her stretched abdomen and jerked away from her husband. He looked shocked. "Darling, what is it?" he asked. Her contraction over, she quickly told Erik to send a servant into town to fetch the doctor. The normally calm and collective Erik was now panicky and unsure. He raced down the stairs. "Sophie!" he called to their housekeeper. Noticing the urgency in her Master's voice Sophie came running. "Yes sir?" Erik ran a hand through his hair. "Please fetch Dr. DeGaulle here immediately. The baby is coming!" Seeing Sophie run off, Erik quickly returned upstairs to his wife's side.

By the time he reached Christine, her contractions had worsened and she was in quite a bit of pain. Sitting on the edge of the bed next to his wife, Erik took her hand in his. "Darling, I sent Sophie to fetch the doctor. Is there anything I can get for you for your present relief?" She smiled gratefully at him. "No, my dear. Just stay here and help me." She replied. As another contraction ripped through her body Christine gripped his hand with deadly force, and Erik had to bite his other hand as to not cry out in pain. The contractions were now coming closer and closer together and after thirty minutes, the doctor had not arrived.

"Erik, I don't know if this baby is going to wait for the doctor. You might need to…" Erik's eyes widened and looked down at his wife. He motioned toward her. "You want me to…" he cut off. Christine looked at his terrified face and would have laughed if it hadn't been a dangerous situation. "Erik, listen to me. You can do this. Go grab some towels and heat up some water." Erik ran around the house until he found the desired items. Now at the foot of her bed, he laid the needed items out before him. Taking a deep breath, he withdrew the sheet from around Christine's lower half and gasped. "Christine, the baby's head is coming out. You need to push". Christine complied. Groaning in pain and agony, the baby finally made an appearance in the world. As Erik grabbed the baby and held his child up to the light a salty tear rolled silently down his cheek.