A/N: Hey everyone! Over 200 reviews! I love all you guys! And just wanted to say thanks! I always love hearing your comments! Ok sorry this chapter took longer to get up. I've had awful writers block. I hope this chapter is ok; I personally don't like it, and am worried not everyone is in character. Tell me what you think. BTW I posted a new story called HIM. It's written in poem form, and it will (of course!) be E/C. I hope you guys check it out! One other thing. I started using my sisters lab top, and it is much faster (which surprises me since it's a piece of crap. I only started using it b/c my uncles computer broke), so I

can update the chapters all in one. Ok on to the chapter! Oh one more thing, I'm glad every one liked the last chapter, especially the diaper scene!

phantomofleopera: Thanks! I liked writing that part!

grace: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!

Layla Wendel: Thanks! BTW thanks for warning me about the chapters, I didn't know.

Blood of the Wolf: Thanks! I know! Poor Erik.

Glitter Queen of The Ice show: I know!

RachErikaSam01: Thanks!

pinkichigomewmew: I know! Thanks!

Utara Mikagammi: Thanks!

BroadwayGirl257: Wow! Thanks!

Daniher21: Thanks! That's how I got the idea for this phan phic!

LiltingBanshee: Yup! 

InuLvr7: Thanks! I know that last paragraph was sloppy. I didn't like it either, and did a few different versions, but thought that one was the best. And don't worry. They will make love!

Carolyn: Yes! You finally read it! I'm glad you like it! Thanks! I am having fun, and will e-mail you soon!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Christine entered the house after rehearsals to see Erik softly playing his organ. Silently she took off her cloak, placing it on a chair, and went to sit next to him on the organ bench. He turned his head slightly towards her, but continued playing, his body swaying with the music.

Christine sighed contently, and laid her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. Rehearsals had been awful. They had been good in that they made a lot of progress, and she had sung well, but other than that they had been awful. Everywhere she went whispers followed her. They said all the old rumors about how she slept with Raoul in order to get the lead parts in opera's, while others said she had seduced the Opera Ghost in order to get the lead parts. Now they were also saying that she had killed Raoul to get to his money, and that Raoul was not Madeline's father. They spoke loud enough for her to hear, as though they wanted her to deny it, or say something about it. If it had not been for Meg, she didn't know how she could have taken it. Meg was by her side any spare minute she had, whispering under her breath for Christine to ignore them. Without Meg she probably would have left in the middle of rehearsals.

Erik stopped playing and turned his head to see Christine.

"Don't stop," she murmured.

"As you wish," he said turning from her, and playing once more.

Christine breathed deeply, filling herself with the music. Much too soon the music stopped again.

"Play more," she murmured again.

Erik didn't answer, but put his arm around her. "Come, I have dinner waiting for you in the kitchen."

"Please," Christine said readjusted herself, so she was leaning against his chest.

"Were rehearsals that bad?" Erik asked amused.

"Yes," Christine said wrapping her arms around him, and burying her face in his chest, so she was barley audible. "Everyone is just awful to me."

"Maybe I should send a note to the managers." Erik paused thoughtfully. "I could always threaten them with another chandelier."

Christine turned around sharply, but stopped at the look on Erik's face. "Your joking," she said astonished.

The corners of Erik's mouth twitched, yet he didn't say anything.

Christine sighed, and leaned back against Erik, closing her eyes. She knew he would never admit it. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, she spoke again. "Where's Madeline?"

"She's sleeping. She fell asleep just before you arrived," Erik replied.

"Umm," Christine said, while Erik subconsciously played with her curls.

They lapsed once more into silence. Finally Erik sighed. "Come I have dinner waiting for us."

Christine groaned, not wanting to move, but stood up. Erik stood up too, and offered her his arm. She took it smiling as he led her to the kitchen.

She gasped in shock at the table. It was set for two with a dark red tablecloth and white napkins. On the table was not the usual their bread, cheese, and fruit, but a small chicken, with fresh vegetables, some sort of potatoes, and wine.

Erik shifted uncomfortably, waiting her judgment. "I wanted to apologize for last night."

Christine looked at him shocked for the second time that night. "Thank you. It's wonderful," she said awestruck. They walked towards the table, and Erik helped her into her chair before sitting down. Everything was delicious, and they ate silently, until Madeline's cries broke the quiet.

"I'll see to Madeline," Christine said standing up. "I've missed her today."

Erik, who didn't feel like sitting there alone, stood up too, and followed her out of the room.

As soon as Christine entered the room, Madeline stopped crying. "Mama!" She cried frantically extending her arms to be picked up.

Christine happily picked her up, giving her a fierce hug, making Madeline giggle. "How was she today?" She asked Erik curiously. "Did she give you any trouble?"

"She was fine," Erik replied.

"I'm glad," Christine said. "I'll just change her diaper and feed her, and then rejoin you in the kitchen."

Erik nodded, and rushed out of the room, not wanting to face another dirty diaper that day. He returned to the kitchen, but then decided that they should work on Christine's parts in Faust, before it got too late. She was sure to be tired after the long day she had. He entered the main room, and sat down on the piano bench, to wait for Christine. About 15 minutes later, Christine exited Madeline's room, with Madeline in her arms. She looked a little surprised to see Erik sitting there, but placed Madeline in the pen, and went to stand next to the piano. Without a word, they began their lesson, and did not stop until Christine was nearly falling down.

"I think you have practiced enough," Erik said firmly. "It's time you go to bed. I will put Madeline asleep for you, and be here in the morning." He stood up, placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and went to pick up Madeline, but Christine would have none of it.

She glanced at the clock on a shelf, and stepped in front of Erik. "You can't go all the way back to your house tonight," She said, though it was not that late, only 8:00. "Besides, all your furniture is here."

Erik glanced at the clock too. "It is not that late, and I will be fine. The furniture Nadir all bought, and I do not need it. Now you should go to bed, you have to get up early tomorrow."

"So do you," Christine protested.

Erik sighed wearily, not in the mood at all to argue with her. She was never this stubborn before! "Fine," he replied. "I will sleep on the couch."

"I can't take your bed," Christine argued.

"My dear, that is your bed. I had it made for you. I had my coffin, before I destroyed it when you told me you were pregnant!" Erik was losing his patience with her rapidly. "I will sleep on the couch," he said forcefully

Christine hesitated thinking. "We… We could share the bed," she said, a slight blush rising to her checks. "Just for tonight," she said rapidly at the look on Erik's face. "Nothing would happen," she continued talking even rapider, her face now bright red. "We would just sleep."

Erik stood gaping at her. This was not the Christine he knew at all. The Christine he knew was a girl, who would never suggest such a thing let alone think it. This Christine was a woman. His mind raced, as he searched for something to say. It was not the best idea, it would be better for the both of them if he slept on the couch, yet he couldn't get the thought of holding Christine in his arms all night long like he had always dreamed out of his head. He glanced at Christine who was standing there bright red, not meeting his eyes. Finally he nodded his head slowly. "Alright."

Christine smiled nervously; she didn't know what possessed her to say any of what she had just said. She walked past Erik, and picked up Madeline. "Say good night to Erik, Madeline," she instructed.

"Ood wight, Eriwk," Madeline said reaching out to him.

Erik walked towards them, and took Madeline in his arms. "Good night Madeline," he whispered.

Madeline placed a kiss on Erik's exposed cheek before Christine took her from Erik's arms. They went into Madeline's room, and Christine put her to sleep.

Once Madeline was asleep, Christine reentered the main room to see Erik still standing where she had left him.

"I thought you would like to change first," Erik said uncomfortably.

"Thank you," Christine replied, entering her room to change. About 10 minutes later she called to Erik. "You can come in now."

Erik entered, and removed his jacket, unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, and removed his boots, trying not to look at Christine. She was sitting at her vanity brushing her hair.

Once Erik was finished he stood up straight, and really looked at her. She was wearing a nightgown very similar to the one she wore when he took her down for the first time, and a sheer robe over it, unlike that first time properly tied. He walked slowly towards her, and took the brush from her hand. He began brushing her hair for the second time that day, enjoying the feel of her silk curls on his hands. This time instead of quickly brushing it, he took his time working on a section at a time, making sure he got every knot. Finally he put the brush down, and tied it with a ribbon to prevent it from tangling while she slept, though he doubted it would work.

Christine leaned back against Erik, and closed her eyes. She had enjoyed the careful treatment Erik had given her hair.

"Come, it is time for you to sleep." He hesitated, fearing her answer to his next words. "Are you sure you don't want me to sleep on the couch?"

"Yes," Christine said automatically. She stood up, and walked to her side of the bed, while Erik walked to the opposite side. They stood like that, each standing near one side of the bed unsure of what to do next, until Christine hesitantly climbed between the sheets.

Erik waited a minute for her to get comfortable, before he too entered the bed. He lay down, and was as still as a board.

Gently Christine reached towards his face, and removed his mask. He flinched, but she placed it on the table next to the bed. "That has to be uncomfortable to sleep in." When Erik didn't say anything, she softly caressed his deformed cheek, laid her head on his chest, and wrapped one arm around him.

For some reason this calmed Erik, and he wrapped his arms around her.

Christine burying her face in his chest was soon asleep.

For a while Erik just watched her. Her face was so relaxed, and her curls were spread all over his chest. She truly looked like an angel in her sleep. After many hours he was finally able to sleep, and for once in his life, his sleep was dreamless.