After Raoul left, Christine turned to face Erik.
"I think we should move."
"Move?" Erik asked, getting out of the bed. "Why would we want to move out of my love shack?"
"Well because everyone knows where your 'love shack' is located. We might want to move somewhere where people aren't barging in here every two seconds."
"What are you talking about?" Erik asked, pulling on some pants.
"Plus," Christine added. "This isn't really a great place to raise a child."
"How dare you." Erik gasped. "This would make a great nursery." He raised his arms up, and pointed at his lake. "Look a little pool for the tyke to swim in." Christine made a face, and continued talking.
"Plus, this place is practically swarming with rats."
"No." Erik said, putting his hands on his hips. "Show me one rat."
"There goes one." Christine pointed, as a brown rat ran by. Erik jumped a bit, to avoid touching the rat.
"All right." Erik said, sitting back down next to Christine. "We can move out my love shack, into what you call a normal house. God knows I have enough money."
Christine clapped her hands together happily, and hugged Erik. Erik smirked to himself, and noticed some cheese over her shoulder.
"Ooh cheese." He said, grabbing a piece of cheese, and shoving it in his mouth.
Meg was hurrying along the Opera's corridors; she was two minutes late for rehearsal. She stopped suddenly, when Raoul passed by her, and stopped to tie his shoe.
"Here's for puking on me." She whispered, raising up her foot, and kicking Raoul on the ass. The force of the kick sent Raoul flying, and he slammed into a wall. He fell backwards, and landed heavily on the marble floor.
"Meg Giry!" Meg swiveled around to see Madame Giry storm towards her angrily. "I thought I brought you up better then to see you stoop to such low standards."
"But mother." Meg whined, as Madame Giry grabbed her wrist and started to pull her away from Raoul. "He deserved that and then some."
"That's not the point." Madame Giry hissed at Meg. "Now get back to rehearsal." Madame Giry pushed Meg towards the stage door, and turned around to look at Raoul. "Now what are we going to with you?" She asked Raoul's pitiful form.
Christine pulled out of Erik's grasp, and stood up excitedly. Erik also quickly became excited seeing that Christine didn't have any clothes on.
"We have so much to do." She began pacing back and forth.
"What, you want to look at houses already?" Erik asked, flopping lazily on the bed.
"Yes!" Christine plopped down on the bed next to him. "But first, I think I should go to Raoul's house, and get my stuff." Erik arched his eyebrows.
"I don't think it's safe to go to his house alone, I'll come with you." Christine looked around, and spotted her black dress lying on the floor across the lair.
"Don't be silly, I'm a grown woman, I can handle him by myself." She pulled on her dress, and leaned down, so Erik could button up her dress. Erik rolled his eyes as he buttoned her dress. Only he could handle Raoul. "Hmm." He said to himself. "I kind of like how that sounds."
Raoul woke up outside of the Opera Populaire.
"What the hell?" He asked, sitting up, rubbing his sore legs. He shook his head, he was used to waking up in strange places. After some trouble, he stood up, and made his way back home. When he got to his house, he heard loud noises coming from his room. Raoul ran up the stairs as fast as he could, and when he reached his room, he saw Christine packing her things furiously into a huge bag.
"So it's really over?" He asked dejectedly, stepping into the room. Christine turned around, and smiled sarcastically at Raoul.
"What makes you finally realize that Raoul?" She asked, brushing her hair out of her eyes, and continued packing her stuff into a bag. "Maybe it's the fact that I haven't lived with you for a month, or the fact that I'm pregnant with Erik's-." Christine abruptly stopped talking, and pressed her fist against her mouth. Raoul gasped, and took a step towards her.
"You're pregnant with that monster's baby?" He asked, hardly containing his anger. Christine pulled the suitcase off of the bed, and walked up to Raoul, until they were nose to nose.
"You're the monster." She told him scathingly. Before either one of them knew what happened, Raoul raised up his left hand, and backhanded her. Christine gasped, and fell against the bureau. Raoul had an urge to push her down the stairs, and had to restrain himself by grabbing a glass ball off of the top of the bureau, and he squeezed it tightly between both of his hands.
"Bastard." She hissed at him, grabbing her bag, and she swept down the stairs, leaving Raoul standing alone gripping the glass ball. He looked down at the glass ball, and noticed it as the one Christine gave him for their anniversary. Inside were a man and a woman who looked like Christine and him holding hands. Christine had "To my Darling" inscribed on the front of it. Raoul looked up to see the one woman he had ever loved walk out on him.
He squeezed the ball tighter, and dimly felt it shatter in his hands, and felt no pain. He only tightened his fist, digging the shards of glass deeper into his palm. An hour later, Bella the maid came into Raoul's room to do some dusting, and found him standing in the middle of the room clenching his fist,
with droplets of blood dripping down the side of his hand.
"Cute." She said, backing out of the room, leaving Raoul to himself.
One month later, Christine had found the perfect house, and Erik and her were in the process of moving into it. Erik stood before the huge white house with a huge bag filled with Christine's things.
"What the hell is in here?" Erik asked, dropping the bag onto the pavement. He heard a loud smash, as something undoubtedly broke.
"My spices!" Christine gasped, rushing over to her fallen bag. Erik grinned sheepishly at her. "Home sweet home." She smiled, and hugged Erik. She drew back, and put her hands on her stomach. "I am getting so fat." She complained.
"That's what happens when you get pregnant." Erik told her. He stepped back and looked her up and down. Christine's once flat stomach had started to round out a little, and she wasn't happy about it. "More of you to love anyway." Erik said, slapping her ass. Christine giggled, and ran over to supervise the movers.
"What is going on here?" Erik turned around to see none other then Raoul himself. Unfortunately, Christine's perfect house was located across from Raoul's house.
"Well, Christine and I are moving in here." Erik smirked at Raoul. Raoul gasped.
"You're moving out of the love shack?" Raoul asked in dismay, looking up at the white house.
"I know." Erik said, nodding. "But what Christine wants, I provide." He stopped talking, and breathed in deeply. "What happened to the Peaches n Cream cologne?" He asked.
"It didn't have enough pizzazz." Raoul explained, holding his arms out in front of Erik's nose. "I replaced it with Strawberries n Nuts." Erik grabbed his arm, and inhaled.
"Ooh, nice." Erik nodded at Raoul. Over his head, Raoul noticed Christine walking towards them. In no mood to talk to Christine yet, Raoul pulled his arm out of Erik's grasp.
"I should be going." Raoul said quickly, and started walking off.
"Can it be that you just had a civilized conversation with Raoul?" Christine asked in Erik's ear.
"I know, I'm as shocked as you are." Erik replied, staring at Raoul's back. Raoul did a little thrust of his hips, and Erik turned around with a silly grin on his face. He wrapped his arm around Christine's waist, and they both walked into their new house.