DISCLAIMER: I don't own any Phantom characters only the nurse, and Brigitta the house maid.

Once again, thank you so much to mrsphantom1029, DarkMoonLightBright, and trueinspiration for R&Ring. It means a lot:)

The nine months of secrecy to the child's real father was the longest period of heartache Christine had ever endured. But it soon ended, on a stormy night in February.

"Brigitta! I need more rags and hot water!" shouted the nurse from Christine's bedroom.

"Here, is that going to be enough?" Brigitta answered breathing rapidly.

"It will do for now."

Christine screamed in agony as the delivery progressed. Brigitta blotted her head with a damp cloth and squeezed her hand.

"One more, Mrs. Chagny!" the nurse ordered.

Christine grasped and twisted the sheets around her so tightly that they tore. She let out one more yelp and collapsed in exhaustion.

"Congratulations, Miss Christine." Brigitta said as the nurse wrapped the newborn in a blanket.

Christine's eyes, fatigued from the delivery, widened as the nurse prepared the baby for presenting.

"You have given birth to a healthy baby girl, Mrs. Chagny." said the nurse.

"Let me see her!" Christine exclaimed as she reached out her arms to greet her daughter.

"She's beautful, ma'am."

There Christine, first set eyes on her newborn. She had dark brown hair and peachy supple skin. She was flawless...But her eyes, not brown like her mother's, nor green like Raoul's, but a clear sky blue, like Erik's.

"Ohh...She's an angel...Angel...My Angelica."Christine whispered.

Brigitta stared at Christine as she stroked her newborn's dark curls, and gently touched her little fingers. Yet nothing could have prepared for what the mistress asked of her next.

"Take her away from here." Christine said coldly.

"Excuse me, Miss? What are you saying!" Brigitta cried.

"You will tell my husband that the baby has suffered a mishap, and has passed on." Christine said, her voice cracking with sadness.

"You, nurse will care for her until she is weened to the bottle. Then take her to the Opera Populaire."

"But-"

"No but's, both of you...I need you to do this! Sooner or later her resemblence to him will start to show, I can't have any suspiscions."she pleaded.

"Very well, Miss. W-We shall do as you say." the nurse assured.

Christine looked down at her sleeping baby's face and planted a small kiss on her forehead. The baby stirred but returned to blissful slumber. Christine's heart sank as she slowly handed her daughter to the nurse.

"Someday, we will meet again. But until then, my angel, words can't even begin to express how sorry I am."

"I shall take good care of her, ma'am." the nurse barely said.

"Thank you."

With one last look at her baby daughter, the nurse crept out of the room and out of the Chagny home taking the orders Christine gave her.

I think there will only be one more chapter to this story. But don't worry, I KNOW that there will be a sequel.