A\N: I just want to say thank you all for reviewing! Keep up the good work... Hopefully everyone who reads this will start reviewing. But anywho I was happy someone got the Gone With the Wind reference...But what a couple of you guys didn't get was the silver coin thing... I didn't think it was that confusing but it was supposed to be Erik thinks he sees a coin in the ground, and when he pulls it up, it's just the top of a sprinkler. Cough Well it was funny at the time... Well I hope you all enjoy this chapter also... Though I like the next chapter a lot better then this one(Oh and P.T.O Lonely Loony good luck with your own Phantom angst, I'm sure it's endlessly, wildly resourceful.)

Chapter 15

It was a boy. And he was beautiful. Erik scooped up the baby in his arms.

"Christine!" He shouted joyfully, running to her side. "Look, our child, he isn't deformed." Christine smiled faintly, and pulled his mask off.

"I told you, it wouldn't matter either way." Erik gently pushed her feet up, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Isn't he just the dickens?" He asked gleefully, poking the baby in the stomach, causing it to squeal in delight. "What should we name him?" Christine sat up.

"What about Jacques?" She asked.
"Hmm, no, it doesn't have enough pizzaz for my child."

"Our child." Christine gently reminded him, and Erik rolled his eyes. Not noticing, Christine continued,

"Well what about Jean?"

"And have him grow up, and steal bread?" Erik asked indignantly.

"It's not as if his last name is Valjean." She muttered, but said louder, "Well what do you think?" Erik thought for a moment.

"I got it, how about Gerard?"

"Gerard?"

"Yes." Erik held the baby out to her. "Doesn't he look like a Gerard? With his wildly handsome Scottish face."

"Scottish?" Christine asked, confused .
"I mean French." Erik corrected himself.

"Gerard. I like it." Christine smiled, and reached her hands out towards Gerard. Erik reluctantly handed him over, and Gerard started crying once Christine's hands touched him.

"Christine, you're scaring him!" Erik gasped, trying to take Gerard back.

"Oh he's fine." She said, moving Gerard out of Erik's grasp. "Oh look, he fell asleep." She smiled.

"I love our little tyke." Erik smirked at Gerard, and would have ruffled his hair, if Gerard had more then some dark fuzz covering his head.

"I love you." Christine said to him, kissing Erik softly.

"Ditto." Erik replied, moving in to kiss her back, when he stopped. "Raoul." He muttered.

"What?" Christine asked.

"I have to go and tell him." Erik hastily explained, rushing out of the room. "Raoul!" He exclaimed, almost tripping over Raoul, who was still sitting on the steps.
"Well?" He inquired, standing up.

"It's a boy, and he is a sexy beast!" Erik screamed, sweeping Raoul up into a hug.

"Mmplgh!" Raoul exclaimed into Erik's manly chest.
"Now that's just wrong." A woman sniffed, staring at them. Erik pulled out of Raoul's grasp, and they stared at each other awkwardly.

"Your mom's wrong." Erik sneered at her, and she jumped when she saw his deformed side of his face. But she quickly regained her composure.

"What did you just say?" She asked pompously.

"I'm sorry, did I say something?" Erik asked, and Raoul giggled like a schoolgirl, causing Erik and the woman to stare at him.

"Awkward." Raoul said, and he backed away, back into his house. The woman glared at Erik, and arrogantly darted off.

"Yea, that's what I thought." Erik smirked, and swept back into his house. When he walked back into Christine and his room, he saw that Christine was asleep with baby Gerard in her arms. He kicked his shoes off, and climbed into bed with them. He wrapped his arms around both of them, and put his head next to Christine's. His life was now complete. Erik paused. Not quite. There was still something missing. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Raoul walked up to his bedroom with a spring in his step.

"I know how to win Erik over, it's time for the secret weapon." He paused for dramatic reasons. He thrust his hand into his closet, and pulled out the infamous full length leather jacket. "Yes." He breathed a breath of sweet noxious air, while shoving it on. "No one can resist the Vicomte clad in leather." He put his two thumbs underneath his collar, and pushed it up to its fullest extent. He did some pouting techniques in the mirror, before strutting down the stairs. "Erik here I come!" He announced, and started to walk out of the house, when Bella stopped him.

"Well you may want to wait before going to this Erik's house." She said lazily, flicking through a book.

"And why is that?" Raoul asked, checking the bounceability of his hair in the mirror.

"Well it is past midnight, you've been getting ready for hours, and now it's too late for any proper visits. You should wait 'til tomorrow."

"Inconceivable." Raoul muttered, but he got a far-reaching look in his eyes. "Yes, I will wait, after all tomorrow we shall meet again." He paused, and placed a fist to his chin.
"Yes that'll do nicely."