A/N: Hey! I forgot to tell you last chapter that Erik's "lair" is not like the movie. I'm using Leroux's version (actually house like) because it fits my purpose better. Also this chapter I thought I might try something different… a funnyish chapter! It's not hilarious but (I think) slightly amusing. I wanted to show Erik taking care of Madeline, which I thought might be funny, seeing as he's never taken care of a baby before. Other than that I thought it was rather boring, sorry. I was going to make it longer, Christine coming home, how rehearsals was ect… but I thought it would be too long, and take too long to get up, so that's next chapter. Anyway enjoy!

RachErikaSam01: Thanks! I really liked that chapter too! Erik's nervous (in my opinion) because he's always wanted Christine to love him, but now that it's happened he doesn't know what to do or how to act. He's also worried of doing the wrong thing and losing her again. And you're right he does have some trust issues. Make that a lot of trust issues. LOL

TheaterAngel: Thanks!

grace: Thanks! Well I wouldn't say she's over Raoul yet, she's just trying not to think of him or what he would think of her and Erik. It will probably come up in later chapters.

angel of mystery: Same here, but I don't think it will ever will. He'll get used to it; however a part of him will always not trust her.

Obsessed with the Phantom: Thanks! LOL

Glitter Queen of The Ice show:

LiltingBanshee: Thanks! I don't think he'll ever not have second thoughts. He doesn't trust people in general and Christine already broke his trust once. He will always have a little nagging voice in his head that will not trust her. He will learn to ignore it though.

Lady of the Opera: Thanks! I know I wrote a lot! I have a lot of time here. Aren't I technically in Asia (I'm talking continent), I mean I'm not in Europe. I miss you! E-mail me!

Danaya Louell: Thanks!

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Erik returned the next day, not saying a word about the day before. Christine was a nervous wreck about returning to the stage. She had taken so long getting dressed (she had finally decided on a lavender dress), that her hair was still not done when Erik arrived at 7:45.

"Here take Madeline for me," She said shoving her into Erik arms, and returning to her room. Erik followed her. "She's been fussy all morning."

Erik rocked Madeline as he watched Christine rush about trying to hurry.

"Ohh, I'm going to be late, and on my first day back," she moaned. She grabbed a brush, and started attacking her curls, while Erik watched trying to hide his amusement. She messily pulled her hair up, many curls escaping, and Erik could not stand watching any longer.

He placed Madeline on Christine's bed, and walked up behind Christine at her vanity. Gently touching her hand, he took the brush from it and began working the knots out of her hair, finally feeling her silk like curls on his hands.

"I don't have time for this," Christine moaned, though his hands felt so good in her hair.

Not bothering to reply, Erik started sweeping her hair up on top of her head. After about a minute he was done.

"Thank you," Christine said looking at her self in the mirror.

"You had better go," Erik said quietly.

"What? Oh! Be good for Erik Madeline," Christine said rushing to the bed and giving her daughter a kiss. "Are you sure you can handle this?" She asked turning to Erik.

"We'll be fine," Erik said soothingly. "Would you like me to take you up?"

"No. I'll be fine. Thank you," she said exiting her room and heading to the door. "Good bye!" She called over her shoulder.

The moment Christine left Madeline started crying. Erik immediately picked her up and started jiggling her, as he had seen Christine do, shushing her, and rubbing her back. He did it too no avail. "Shh. It's alright. Your mother will be back soon. Here you want me to play you some music?" He was getting desperate. Walking over to the organ, he sat down with Madeline in his lap, and began to play.

Madeline was immediately silent, enwrapped in the music. After a few minutes he stopped playing. Madeline looked at him angrily, and banged her hand down on the keys. Jumping in surprise, she clung to Erik. With amusement plainly in his eyes, he took her hands and placed them on the organ, resting his on top. He gently pressed her tiny fingers, helping her play a few notes.

Madeline laughed happily, and started pressing down random keys. Erik removed his hands from hers, and cringed, but let her amuse her self.

Just when he thought his ears couldn't take anymore, she stopped and looked up at him with big baby blue eyes. "Ungy," she said.

"Your mother didn't feed you, did she?" Erik asked, and Madeline shook her head. "Come; let's go get you some food then." He picked her up and they went to the kitchen.

When he had "fixed up" the house, he had made sure he had stocked enough food for the two of them. Now he looked around the kitchen for something for Madeline to eat. On the counter he spotted a bowl covered with a towel. On it was a piece of paper, with Madeline scribbled on it. He lifted the towel to see what appeared to be smashed carrots.

"I see your mother had enough time to make you something, if not to feed you," Erik said getting a spoon, and placing the bowl on the table. He then sat on a chair, and placed Madeline on his lap. Scooping up some carrots onto the spoon, he tried to feed Madeline, but she wouldn't eat.

"Icky," she said making a face.

"No, it's good Madeline. Please just try a little bit of it," Erik said coaxingly. He lifted the spoon up to her mouth once more, but she refused to open it.

"Madeline please open your mouth," Erik pleaded.

Madeline just shook her head, her lips sealed tight.

"Madeline," Erik said sternly.

She stared at him, but opened her mouth a crack. Erik took advantage of the opportunity, and slid the spoon into her mouth.

"See that wasn't too bad," he said despite that most of the carrots ended up on her cloths He continued prying her mouth open, until all the carrots were gone. Madeline's cloths were by that time filthy, and he had to change her.

After Madeline had fresh cloths on, Erik placed her in a little pen he had made in the main room. At first he didn't like the idea of putting her in a cage, but he reminded himself it was not a cage, more of a fence. He then put some toys in with her so she could occupy herself. Seating himself at the organ bench, he was soon lost in his music.

His trance was broken by Madeline's cries. He hurried over to see what was the matter, but was stopped in his tracks by an awful smell that seemed to be coming from her. Cautiously he took a few steps closer, and realized indeed that the smell was coming from her.

She must need her diaper changed, he thought, panicking. He had never changed a diaper before! Reaching into the pen, he lifted Madeline out and held her away from his body, as he walked towards a table. He hoped he could remember what Christine did when she changed Madeline's diapers. He placed Madeline on her back on the table, as he had seen Christine do. Then he lifted her dress, so he could see her diaper. Trying not to breath, he undid the pins, and opened up the diaper. What he saw horrified him. Now trying not to look, or breath, he lift Madeline's bottom up by her ankles, and pulled the dirty diaper out from under her. Using the ends of the diaper, he wiped Madeline clean. He then quickly folded the diaper in half, but now what was he supposed to do with it? He could vaguely remember Christine washing it, but was appalled by actually washing it him self. For the moment it he set it on the table.

Leaving the room for a moment, he went into Madeline's room, and returned with a clean diaper. Again he picked Madeline up by her ankles, only this time sliding the clean diaper under her. He pulled the diaper over her front, and was able to pin it in place, though somewhat sloppily.

He returned Madeline to her pen, and then turned his attention to the dirty diaper. As much as he didn't want to he fetched some soap, and then went "outside" by the lake. Trying not to think about what he was washing, he quickly washed the diaper, and returned "inside", placing the wet diaper over a chair in the kitchen.

Erik reentered the main room, to see Madeline falling asleep in the pen. He gently picked her up, and took her into her own room. Sitting in the chair there, he rocked and sung to her, until she was asleep. Carefully he placed her in her crib.

He couldn't play his organ for fear that it would wake Madeline, so he entered the library. Picking a book he sat down and read until Madeline awoke hungry. After he had feed her once again he placed her in her pen while he composed. The rest of the day he continued to compose, sometimes being interrupted by Madeline's cries.

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