Well hello again. I'm glad you guys still want me to finish. So I shall. Lol. So sorry about that. So um I think this might be the last chapter. Lol I say that a lot. On with the show.

Now incase you forgot this is what happened last time.

Okay Rogue now Juliet is married to a good guy. He leaves for work and she is eating breakfast. Christine sees Erik get hanged then wakes up in a room hears someone calling her, (winkwink) runs up stairs and that's where I left you.

Rogue…..

After breakfast she decides to go to the market. After she puts on her shawl she feels a tweed bit nauseous. She pushed it from her mind.

I'm not going to let a small stomach problem prevent me from going out on this fine day.

And so she did. On the way she past a bakery which was letting off wonderful aroma of bread she couldn't resist. Juliet ordered three loaves for around five o'clock.

Christopher will just love this. Wait! How would I know if Christopher would like bread? It must be my old self telling me. Any way on with the day.

She kept on towards the hustle and bustle of the market. The sounds and colors were amazing. She walked through the crowded narrow lane. As she did so she saw an old Une dame trying to persuade passer-buyers to buy some very colourful scarves. She didn't seem to be doing so well. So just to be kind Juliet went over and chose a lovely purple and green scarf. It was as light as a feather and made of silk.

"How much is this scarf?"

"Oh, 10 francs."

"Well these are very beautiful scarves. So here." Juliet handed her 20 francs.

"Ah! Merci merci!"

"Welcome." She laughed a bit at the ladies praise. Juliet moved on to look at other venues. The market just kept going. Juliet forgot about time about Erik about all but the sites around her. With the sun setting it was hard to see the different displays of goods. She came back to earth and realized the time and turned quickly and scurried back home. Of course she didn't forget to stop by le petite bakery.

She got home and Christopher was out side searching for her. Once he saw her he ran over and asked,

"Are you okay?"

"Yes of course why wouldn't I be?"

"Well when I got home you weren't here. I got worried. They said you went to the market and those places can be dangerous and plus with your condition any way I was just worried sick. Now that your home though everything is fine, right?"

"I'm sorry to have worried you. And yes everything is fine but may I inquire as to what condition you refer to?"

"Very funny Juliet."

"No seriously what do you mean?"

"Your pregnant of course."

"What? Why don't I show then?" Now it clicked in her head that was why see was sick this morning. Her feet became unsteady. Christopher gathered her in his arms and lead her inside.

"You're only a month along. You went to the doctor last week and then you told me the good news. It's still good news, right?"

"Uh…yes of course. Just a little tired from all the walking, must have overexerted myself." Christopher didn't look like he bought it but he didn't want to bring it up again.

"So what's for dinner?"

"That's so like you Juliet, always thinking of food. Almost worst then me." They both laughed at that.

"Well I think I should go change. My dress has gotten a tad dirty from the market."

"Okay dinner should be ready in about an hour so you should have time. Marie!" a young maid probably as old a Juliet walks in.

"Yes?"

"Please assist my wife in getting ready for dinner, please."

"Yes monsieur."

"Merci." She helped Juliet upstairs, bathe and re dress in a beautiful emerald green gown.

(oh by the way I'm writing an hp fanfic as well if you wanted to know. If your wondering why I wrote that here I did it because here your more likely to read it. Lol. Strange logic. Lol. Peace)

It was off the shoulders but dived into her already swelling breasts. The loose outer corset was of black silk similar to the feel of the gown. The bottom half puffed out until it hit right above her ankles. It arched up in the front and held with a black rose. A pair of emerald green silk ballet flats adorned her feet. The only make up she wore was rogue on her naturally pouty lips.

Just as Juliet was sliding the second ballet flat onto her delicate foot the bell rang for dinner. Quickly finishing up she hurried down the stairs. At the bottom Christopher was there to walk her into the dinning room.

"You look gorgeous by the way." Christopher whispered into her ear.

"Merci Cherie." She said back with a smile playing upon her lips.

Entering the dinning room he walked her to her chair pulled it out and pushed it in once she was seated.

How gentlemanly.

Once he too was seated the servants served the food. Their seven course meal took about two hours to finish. Being such the gentleman Christopher helped Juliet up stairs and into something to sleep in. He gathered into his arms and laid her gently in the bed. He then changed and joined her. His arm slide around her waist protectively. They fell into a peaceful slumber.

9 months later…

Over the course of the pregnancy Juliet has gotten to know Christopher, and has moved on about Erik. She was out side in the garden planting flowers. Christopher was expected home from work anytime now. Her swollen belly has grown considerably. Unconsciously she rubbed her hand over her stomach. All of a sudden a horrible pain gripped at her stomach. Christopher was just about to walk around to meet her when he heard a horrible scream. He dashed to the garden to see what the matter was.

There on the ground on her side was Juliet. Her face was contorted in pain. A thin layer of sweat was forming. The delicate lily white hands covered in dirt that belong to Juliet were gripping her belly. She seemed to relax a bit but her breathing was heavy.

"Juliet! What's wrong?"

"It's contractions. The baby's coming."

"What? For real?" his face filled with pure joy.

"Please Christopher please help me."

"Of course, Marie!"

"Yes monsieur?"

"Fetch a doctor and please hurry."

"Yes monsieur." Gently Christopher carried Juliet upstairs and into a spare bedroom. After removing the top blanket and placing her down he removed her clothes. Then quickly went and got a light weight, white, dressing gown and pulled that on. Her breathing became labored and gripped the sheets beneath her.

"Christopher!" She yelled.

"Yes, yes cherie I'm here."

"Please make the pain go away."

"I can't. if I could I would but all I can do is be here for you." The pain subsided and Juliet tried reaching for Christopher. He saw what she was trying to do and grasped her hand.

"I'm right here cherie. I'm not going anywhere."

"Christopher?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I lo…" but before he could finish the doctor came in.

"Okay Christopher will you please wait outside?"

"But I promised to stay with her."

"She won't even know you're here."

"Yes but I would!"

"Fine stay but don't get in the way."

6 hours later…

Christopher was laying on the bed next to Juliet. She was sleeping. Once the baby was out she was out as well. It was a boy.

"Perfect." The doctor said.

"He has ten fingers and ten toes. All normal body parts are accounted for. You should be proud." Tears of joy were running down his face. The maids helps clean Juliet up put a new gown on her and laid her in their bed. (She gave birth in a spare bedroom.) The baby at this time was being cared for by a maid. Juliet didn't want a wet nurse. She started to stir then quickly sat up and asked to know one in particular,

"Where's my baby?"

"Shh, he's fine. I'll get him. Marie?"

"Yes, monsieur?"

"My wife would like to see her baby."

"Of course right away." She left for a few moments and came back with their bundle of joy. Once Juliet saw him she started to cry.

"Cherie what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong I'm just so happy. We have a child and I have the most wonderful husband in the world."

"Why thank you sweetie but you forget that I have the most wonderful wife in the world." She laughed at that then kissed him.

"So what should we call him?" Christopher asked.

"How about Gabriel? Gabriel Erik."

"Sounds fine love, I love you Juliet Emilie."

"And I love you Christopher Andrew."

They watched Gabriel grow. He had blonde hair with green eyes. At the age of sixteen the girls were chasing after him. "What a strapping lad", Most would say.

Juliet and Christopher grew old together. Gabriel married a pretty, kind young le dame at twenty-two. Juliet died when he was twenty-six. She lived long enough to see her two grandchildren, twins, a boy and a girl, Lily Josephine and Drake Ramses. Then when he turned twenty-eight his father joined his mother.

The end.

(Gotcha. That was the end for that story. On with the show.)

Christine/Erik…

"Erik, is that you?"

Erik quickly turned around. There in front of him was his Christine, his angel.

There in front of me was Erik. At least I think it's Erik but he has no mask or scars.

"Erik? Is it really you?"

"Yes, Christine it's me."

"But you have no mask and you. I saw you fall."

"I felt myself fall but we're here aren't we?"

"Yes, oh my god I love you Erik."

"I love you too." They rand into each others arms and kissed passionately. Their lives were now complete. They had each other and that's all that mattered.

A year later they were married. Another two years after that they had a child a little girl, Madaleen (mad-ah-lean.) Sophia. Erik got over his agoraphobia. They watched their daughter grow up strong and willful, with deep love for her parents. By nineteen she was married. Then at twenty-one had one child, William Patrick, and at twenty-three had another, Napoleon Justin. Unfortunately at twenty nine her mother, Christine, died, shortly after her father, Erik, joined her.

The couples died, never seeing each other again. They lived happy lives. Their children live happy as did their children and so on.

The end.

Thanxs for reading my story. Sorry for the delays and saying of abandonment. Hope you read my next story under the pen name Depressed heart of love. It will be an hp fic. Thanxs so much for reading my story. I hope you liked it if u did plez say so.

Peace out,

Indiapyro