Author's note: yey! I finally finished a new chapter! It took me forever to get in the mode again. I was spending most of my time sleeping after the trip. I hope you all like this one. Perhaps the next chapter will be better. I may be starting another story soon so this story's pace might be running a bit slower.

"Do you know what today is angel?" Erik cooed sitting strait in the chair and rocking Rebecca's small fragile body in his arms.

"Uh uh," Rebecca answered gargling a wad of spit in her mouth. Even her spit was adorable. Short brown waves of hair now sprouted from her tiny head. I had dressed her in a green dress with short poofy sleeves and tied a matching green bow around her head. The green outfit blended in with her eyes. She looked like a forest child. If you were to place her in a bush you wouldn't be able to find her behind the mass of green.

"Today you are one year old," He said tickling her toes underneath her white socks. I knew that deep inside she was smiling. Her eye glittered to reveal her grinning soul.

"Addie!" shouted a familiar voice. All eyes were turned away from Rebecca.

Christine stood at the doorway of the nursery holding a child in the same way Erik was holding ours. It was a baby boy wrapped in pale blue sheets. The wide smirk Christine sent me told everything. This was her son. Jolie stood by her side with her hands outstretched in wait for me to fill the empty space between them. As I ran towards my two friends our juvenile female cries of joy filled the room. I could almost feel Erik roll his eyes behind me. I turned around to shoot him a narrow-eyed grin before bursting into conversation with the girls. My youth slowly rose up inside me once more.

"When did this happen?" I asked pointing towards the child. For a second I almost believed it was Raoul in the form of an infant. He had brown eyes, a thin boney nose, and evidence of thin gold threads peaking from his scalp.

"Three months ago when I was touring in London. Oh Addie she is a beauty!" Christine explained pointing a finger at Rebecca. I smiled proudly at Rebecca. Her eyes grazed us sincerely but her body remained limp. I walked towards Erik and wiggled a finger to motion that Christine come over. She kneeled down so that the baby's were at the same level. We all watched quietly as miniature Raoul slid his fingers through Rebecca's in a prayer like motion. Erik sent me a blood chilling grimace. He slid a finger between their hands to separate them and stomped out of the room carrying Rebecca with him. I only sighed. Jolie bit her lip and rocked back and forth on her toes. Christine stood up and diverted her focus on her child.

I was a bit puzzled by his anger. After all he had me now. Was he still jealous?

"So," I began to break the odd silence. "What is this young one's name?" I asked grinning sweetly at the child.

"Well," she began almost relived that I had broken the silence. "Seeing as he looks exactly like his father I knew he couldn't carry any other name." She said blowing on his stomach and making him giggle. He lifted his tiny hand and tried to push her head away. We all faked a laugh to enlighten the moment. I wondered when she would finally pop the question about Rebecca. She couldn't exactly ignore that she never moved. I turned to Jolie. She read my facial expressions and winked at me. She had saved me the trouble of telling her.

After some tea and gossip, the two of them left. I plastered on a smile as I waved goodbye before softly closing the door. With that movement all my composure left me. My smile slid into a snarl. Erik had a lot of explaining to do. I kicked off my shoes and raised my skirt so I wouldn't trip over any of them as I raced up the stairs. I came to a pause at the nursery to find Rebecca asleep in her crib. As I pondered where he might be my answer came with violent organ notes. My lip trembled in anger as I raced to the music room and nearly tore the door off of its hinges.

"Erik, could you please tell me what the hell happened?" I shouted. The movement behind his ebony cloak subsided. He paused for a moment before swirling around to face me. His head lowered and his eyes were narrow as if to laugh at me. His eyes were so powerful I almost fell to my knees.

"Don't even try your little tricks on me. They don't work anymore. I know you far too well." I said crossing my arms and shaking my head. He stood without making a sound and began circling me. I squinted to see his face in the shadows. I saw nothing but shifting darkness.

"Why did you act that way today? Are you still jealous?" I spat.

"I don't want a De Chagny touching my child," he threatened in a low tone.

"You say it as if he is some type of diseased rodent," I said. With that came silence.

I paused for a while before saying, "Well, as soon as Rebecca wakes up we are going to have a special meal. I trust that you will show up." I said in a low tone. He knew that it was not a question. "I would like it if you would not say anything unless you are to explain the occurrences of this evening," I said before slamming the door and sending a whirl of wind on his face.