A/N ok…just wondering why only two reviews, there are alot of people who have me down as an alert or a favorite and are not reviewing! I dont care if it has criticism and accually prefer it! I would like to know people are actually reading what I am writing! Thank you to the two people who did review last chapter : -)

Christine woke up and turned to her right. Raoul was not still sleeping next to her. Her gaze rose to the windows on the side of the room. The sun was illuminating the edges of the blinds with a buttery yellow center and pure white around the edges.

"It's too late, he's already at work." Thought Christine. "And I was really planning on telling him today." She almost let a sigh escape her lips before her conscience kicked in. "Who am I kidding?" She thought. "I'm as anxious to tell him as a child would be to tell his father about a fist-fight he started at school."

As Christine ate her breakfast of muffins and coffee that the maid had brought to her lap in bed she pondered why she was so reluctant to tell Raoul about her pregnancy. They had been trying to conceive an heir for about three months. About two weeks ago she had a feeling she was pregnant. It was the third time she had missed her period in a row. A short trip to the doctor confirmed what she already knew.

She didn't tell Raoul that night or the next, cowardly, deciding to keep the news to herself for a few days. And so here she was, two weeks later putting up the same façade that she did every night, acting like nothing new had happened lately, denying any change during the few hours at dinner and after it before they went to bed.

Change. That was what it was. Raoul hated change and anything slightly adventurous. Especially since the last night at the Opera House. Christine didn't want to interrupt his monotonous life with something as big as a baby! Even though a baby wasn't very big, Christine thought with a smile.

As Christine was getting dressed she noticed an opened envelope on her nightstand. It was addressed to her from Meg.

"Oh no!" Christine thought. "I forgot about Meg coming over tomorrow."

Since Meg didn't come over all too often, still busily immersed in the Opera House's performances, Christine felt she had to tell her best friend as soon as she saw her, after finding out the news. This just wasn't something you could keep from her.

Her husband should be the first to know she decided. So that would mean taking a deep breath and telling him tonight.

"But it wouldn't hurt to have an extra nice dinner to put him in a good mood." Said Christine aloud with a smile creeping up on her face.

That evening Raoul walked in the house and followed his nose to the source of the warm and rich aroma wafting to the front door from the kitchen. He walked in on Christine finishing the last touches to the two plates set on the kitchen table with a candle in the center.

"Christine, where is the cook?" he asked amiably, and catching the look on her face added, "But no bother, dinner smells amazing."

"Sit down" said Christine with a warm smile. "I dismissed the cook early so we could talk. I have something important to tell you."

They ate their meals in relative silence, with only a little bit of cordial chatter and Raoul complimenting Christine's cuisine. They finished relatively quickly and Raoul sat back and raised his eyebrows at her expectantly.

Christine swallowed hard. There was no more avoiding this. Her throat was parched and the first word came out a bit scratchy. "Raoul, we, that is to say I, am going to have a…a baby."

For a half a second he didn't move, while absorbing this, and in that time Christine's world stopped and she felt like she was in a free fall. Then Raoul jumped up with tears in his eyes and hugged her, congratulated her and kissed her. A large balloon seemed to swell in her stomach.

"This is what we've always wanted!" He said excitedly. He sat back down across from her. "Have you picked a name yet?" he asked.

"Actually, I have" said Christine. Raoul's face fell, but she pressed on. "If it is a boy I hope to name it Andrew Edward, for a girl I want to name it Eleanor Rose. OK?"

"Oh, well I was just hoping to name it after a few relatives…" Raoul said sheepishly while traling off.

"Honestly, you don't need to seduce dying relatives to give you more of their money to us in their wills. It's our child's name we're talking about. Not a business deal!" She chided gently. "We have enough money as it is." Christine finished with an edge in her voice.

"Of course your right." Said Raoul looking at the floor. "And those are two wonderful names." He added with a smile. "I'm off to bed. Goodnight." He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and headed upstairs. He turned around on the third stair, and said "How about I come home for lunch early tomorrow, to celebrate."

"No, I'm sorry dear, but Meg is coming for lunch tomorrow. How about the next day?"

"You know I really don't like it that you are still in contact with the Opera House." Said Raoul bitterly, coming back down the stairs. "What if the Phantom finds you here on their information and takes you away?"

"Raoul, I am not discontinuing to talk to one of my best friends, since child hood just because she used to work in the same place Erik did. He has not been heard of since I have left. It makes no sense to think she would be telling him where I am. That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard! Goodnight!"

Raoul sulked upstairs, incredibly dissatisfied and frustrated. However Christine remained in her chair thinking. The Phantom. Erik. He always haunted her dreams, but she didn't think about him all that much any more, settling in the monotony of life that she adapted to after marrying Raoul. However, there was the incredibly minute chance that it was Erik's child. Even though she had tried to conceive a child many nights with Raoul, there was the one chance that Erik's genes had gotten there first. She shuttered with fear. What if they had? What if he had a face like Eriks, the horrible side? She would still love the child. It was her baby, she decided, but what would Raoul do? She worried about this all night, and when she fell asleep had horrible nightmares about it.

Lunch with Meg had gone wonderfully. Meg was incredibly excited about the new baby, and made Christine promise to show her it as soon as she could. They discussed its names, what toys they would buy it and what clothes it would wear. Christine told Meg everything, except one thing, the possibility that it MIGHT be Eriks. But since the chance was so small there wasn't a point in telling anyone, Christine reasoned, so she kept it to herself.

Six Months Later

Christine held open her arms, and the midwife put the sleeping baby boy in her arms. The first thing Christine noticed was that his face was whole and perfect. Christine sighed with relief. The baby, Andrew, started to stir. It opened its eyes, and Christine gasped. It was Erik's son, no doubt about it. He looked nothing like Raoul. It was the difference between night and day, and there was no mistaking it. Christine was in a blind panic, would anyone else realize this? Most importantly, would Raoul know it wasn't his? What would he do if he did?

Andrew looked up and smiled, and Christine's heart melted. She knew she would do what ever she could for this baby, because she already loved him more then anything else. Cameron's hand shot up and clenched her long curls. She laughed, and then sobered up when she remembered how much Erik loved her curls as well. The thought made her smile, again, however.

As she held, adored and fed, Andrew more and more she realized how much she loved him. How much he tore her soul in half, as he looked exactly like the dark and daunting Phantom she could never have.