So basically I suck and leave stories 9 months with out updating. My excuse: I lost interest. Sad but true. But now I feel I have regained the will I had when I started this thing (a year ago….). Anyways, here's a new chapter. It's fairly short, but I like it. Enjoy!

Tossing the note aside, he gathered Christine, safely cradling her in his arms. He carefully took her out of the room and up the stairs to the master bedroom. He placed her on the bed and in a state of panic started to violently shake her. He felt if he had jolted her enough, she would awake. But with no response from each shake, he grew more and more anxious. Running to the door he called for Martha. After what seemed hours, she finally appeared from the kitchen. Erik told her to leave immediately and send for a doctor. Martha obeyed and left within minutes. Turning back into the room, Erik stared at Christine's seemingly lifeless body on the bed. He paced back and forth between the bed and the door, determining if he could help her. Finally he came to the conclusion that he was the only one who could ever care for her. He fumbled through the dresser he had filled for her with fine gowns and undergarments. He found and took a cream silken night gown, trimmed with lace along the collar and sleeves. He carefully undid all the hooks of her dress and corset, always being careful to handle her gently as to not hurt her or her child. After dressing her, he turned her around and placed her in the bed, covering her with the down comforter. After he was sure she was safe, he left momentarily to fetch a cold clothe for her head.

Erik had stayed by Christine's bedside for two days. At times he would sleep next to her, kneel beside her, or sit on the leather armchair he pulled up beside the bed. He had called a doctor immediately after she fainted, but he could only explain the incident as a consequence of her pregnancy and perhaps the shock of the news she had just received. The doctor assured Erik that the condition wouldn't last long and left medicine for him to give her when she awoke. But that had been more that 44 hours ago, and he was getting more concerned with every minute that passed. At times she would stir, raising his hopes she was awaking, but then would fall back into her deep sleep.

Raoul brushed Christine's hair from her face. In his palm he cupped her check tenderly. He whispered to her he was in love with her. Quickly they made plans to leave Paris forever, and all its memories it held with it. They would stay with each other forever, sharing a life of love and kindness. That night they made love to each other for the first time, and in that moment created a child. A child that was conceived from love…or at least what Christine once thought was love.

Christine stirred, feeling her body being brought back to life. Her legs and arms were stiff and felt as if they pulled her down into the mattress. Slowly her eyes began to open, and all she could make out was a round figure, half white, half flesh. Christine knew it was Erik. After all she had done to him and put him through, there was her Angel, watching over her. She heard him talk, yet couldn't make out a word he spoke. It sounded as if she was underwater and his was talking from the surface. Focusing on his face her vision began to clear and her hearing fell into place. But her body still remained at a stand still. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Erik soothed her, encouraging her not to try to talk. He didn't say anything to her. Not a word. Looking into each other's eyes was all the communication they needed. They were together, and together they would stay.