A/N: Here's my first really (ok well kind of) fluffy chapter. I haven't responded to your reviews for a while so here I go.

Clayphan16: It's not gay. I'm not sure it fits my story, but its better than my title now, and since no body else gave me anymore ideas, that's going to be the new title. Thanks!

GoldenLyre: Here's the fluff!

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Erik cleared his throat nervously, looking up at Christine. They were enjoying dinner together. Well Christine was enjoying dinner. Erik still refused to eat in her presence. For the past few weeks Erik had joined her for dinner. He knew she must be lonely, though she never said anything. He told himself, he was merely her companion, but deep down he knew he was falling in love with her again. No matter how hard he tried not to, he was.

Christine looked up questioningly.

"Would you like to take a walk with me tonight?" He asked nonchalantly, though he was very nervous.

Christine smiled, but then frowned. "Are you sure? I don't want to intrude."

"Yes."

Christine smiled again. "I'd love to. I just have to feed and put Madeline to sleep, and grab my cloak."

Erik raised his eyebrows at her. "My dear, its not dark yet."

Christine blushed. "Oh."

"Finish your dinner, and then you may do all of that. You may meet me by the front door at dark."

Christine quickly finished her dinner, and retreated to her room. As soon as the sun had set, she walked down to the front door. Erik was waiting for her.

"Come," he said offering her his arm.

Christine took his arm, and shivered. It was the first time he had willingly touched her in years. It sent a shock up her arm, though there were layers of clothing between them.

They left the house, and Erik led her towards the forest. It was a beautiful night out. The moon was full and glowing.

Christine hardly realized where they were going, until they were at the edge of the forest. She stopped short, and refused to move. "We're… We're not going in there are we?" She stammered.

"Yes. Is something the matter?" Erik asked curiously.

"Aren't there wolves in the forest?" She replied timidly.

Erik fought hard not to laugh. "Yes."

"Won't they attack us?" Christine said shaking slightly.

Erik could not keep a smile off his face, "No. And even if there were, do you think I'd let anything happen to you? Come."

Christine gripped his arm harder, but continued walking, glancing about at ever noise.

"Watch your step." Erik warned. "This is a path, but sometimes branches fall on to it."

They continued walking, and slowly Christine relaxed her grip on Erik's arm. Suddenly there was a noise in the bush next to them. Christine looked up quickly, not noticing the large stick in front of her, tripped and fell. As she fell there was a loud crack.

"Christine! Are you alright?" Erik cried worriedly as stepped over the stick and sat down next to her.

Christine face was white, and contorted in pain. "Erik, I think I broke my ankle." She said unsteadily.

"Let me have a look," Erik said kneeling down beside her. He carefully took off Christine's boots, and examined each ankle. Christine bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain. "You broke your left ankle. You won't be able to walk on it for some time. I'm going to carry you back to the house, ok?"

Christine nodded, still biting her lip.

Gently Erik picked her. As Christine wrapped her arms around his neck, his heart began to pound. He was finally holding her in his arms again. Trying to calm his beating heart, he began to walk. Once inside the house Erik took Christine to her room. It was the first time he had ever been in to it since she had moved in. Gently he placed her on her bed, though he wished he could hold her forever. As he lit candles around the room he spook. "I'm going to have to set your bone. I'll go get some bandages."

"Can you give me Madeline first? She's awake, and sure to be hungry." Christine said.

Erik looked over to Madeline's crib, and indeed she was awake, gazing sleepily at them. "I've never held a baby," Erik said uneasily.

"Just pick her up under her arms, and cradle her like you held me," Christine replied, hoping he couldn't see her blush in the dark. "There you go," she said, as Erik picked Madeline up, and walked over to her. "Thank You."

Erik nodded once, unnerved. Madeline was so small. What if you accidentally hurt her? Christine would never forgive him. He slowly got bandages, taking more time than needed, and returned to her room a half hour later. As he walked into the room he caught his breath. Christine looked so beautiful. Her curls tumbling over the pillows, and sleeping Madeline in her arms.

"Can you put her back in her crib?" Christine whispered, as he walked towards her.

Erik silently placed the bandages on the bed, carefully took Madeline from Christine's arms, so not to wake her. Gently he placed her in the crib, and pulled a blanket over her.

"Let me look at your ankle again," he said returning to her bed. He took off his gloves, and tenderly examined her ankle.

Christine's immediately bit her lip from crying out, though she did not fail to notice the bolts of electricity coming from Erik's touch. She closed her eyes trying to focus on it. It was so soft, and caring.

"I'm going to bandage it now. You won't be able to walk or move it for a couple of weeks," Erik whispered.

Abruptly Christine's eyes flew open. "What am I going to do? How am I supposed to take care of Madeline, if I can't even walk?" She said angrily, brushing away the tears that gathered in her eyes. She was angry with herself for putting in her in this position.

Erik carefully sat on the edge of her bed. "I'll help you take care of her. Anytime you need me just call." He said running his hand through the air by Christine's check.

"Thank you," Christine said brushing away the last of her tears.

"Now may I bandage your ankle?" Erik asked, with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Christine nodded.

Erik tried to be gentle with her ankle, but she still had to bite her lip from crying out in pain. This time, she didn't have Erik's touch to distract her as he wound the bandages around her ankle. Finally he was finished. Even if she had tried to move her foot she wouldn't have been able to.

"There," Erik said standing up. "I suggest you sleep. It's near one o'clock. I'll see you tomorrow morning." He picked up the extra bandages, and left the room.

Christine tried to get comfortable, and went to sleep.

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A/N: I'm changing the name of this story to "Death's Baby". All credit for it goes to ClayPhan16! I suck at making up names for things. If anyone has a better name than that let me know. So look for the next chapter under "Death's Baby".

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