Disclaimer: (sighs) I STILL don't own Phantom of the Opera or any of the characters.

(A/N: sorry about the format. I can't seem to get the computer to keep the indentations on the Edit page. Anyone have any ideas?)

The sound of birds chirping softly and a soft breeze blowing through an open window greeted Christine when she woke up the next

day. (A/N: you didn't think I'd kill Christine off did you?") Still a little dazed and drowsy from sleep, she looked around the room for her

husband. Her eyes finally rested upon his sleeping form on the chair next to the bed. His eyes were closed in sleep, but his face held an

expression of sadness and fear.

Reaching over the bed, she gently stroked his face until his eyelids fluttered open. It took a moment to register where he was, but his

eyes widened when he saw his wife. "Christine!" he exclaimed, "Oh, Christine, we didn't know how long

you would be asleep for. The doctor told me it could be days!" Christine giggled softly. "My love, I could never be away from you that

long."

He smiled and took her hand in his, kissing it softly. "Mon ange, would you like to see our son and daughter?" Her eyes lit up. "A

girl?" He nodded and rose, walking into the adjoining room that they had set aside to be used as a nursery. When he entered the room

again, Erik held one bundle in each arm. Christine gasped as she looked at her perfect little babies.

"Oh, Erik! They're so beautiful. But, which one's which?" she asked embarrassedly. Erik chuckled and slipped their daughter into his

wife's arms. "This, my dear, is our little girl." Christine looked at the precious baby wrapped tightly in her white blanket and could barely

contain the tears that were threatening to fall.

Erik, still holding their son, sat down on the bed next to her. "What should we name her?" he whispered. Christine thought for a second.

"I named Erik. YOU get to name our daughter." Erik's eyes widened and a small grin came to his face. He looked at the baby for a

few moments, as if searching her face for an appropriate name. Suddenly, he knew. "Rose. Her name is Rose." Christine looked at him

and smiled. "That's perfect, my love." Erik leaned down and captured her lips with his. At that moment,Rose decided to make her

presence known to the world and started to squeal. It wasn't long before her brother joined in. Erik broke the kiss and looked at

Christine with wide eyes. "What did we get ourselves into?" he asked, teasingly. Christine merely smiled and started to sing.

"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came,

that voice which calls to me, and speaks my name.

And do I dream again, for now I find…the Phantom of the Opera is there

Inside my mind."

Erik smiled as he listened to his wife sing their children to sleep.Rose's eyes were already closed, and baby Erik's were drooping.

He looked at his two beautiful children. They were truly what he had hoped for. He had longed for his child to have a normal life, to live

in the light as opposed to the cold darkness as he had. Now, he was blessed with two children who would never live as he had. They

would truly be children of the light. Snapping out of his thoughts, he realized that Christine was still singing. As they quickly arrived at his

part in the song, he eagerly joined in.

"Sing once again with me, our strange duet…"

( A/N-That will probably be it for this story. I might either do an epilogue or continue on with these characters in a sort of sequel.

Please let me know if you want me to continue. Thank you to all who reviewed. I appreciate it. Every single review pushed me to keep

going on with the story and try and make it better. Thanks for being so nice!)