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Disclaimer: I don't own POTO, duh! But I do own any OC's I do not own Meg or Erik. Sadly..

Meg had gone to bed before Erik, he was still trying to get his nerve up to ask her to marry him. He never knew it would be so hard, he had forced Christine into it. He couldn't just go up to Meg randomly and force her to marry him. Meg would smile her angelic smile, and say:

"Erik, if you wanted me to marry you, all you'd have to do is ask." He moved the ring between his finger, he didn't know when, how, to as Meg to spend the rest of her life with him. Erik's black wig sat on the stand, and his normal dark blond hair which looked almost brown, rested at the bottom of his ears.His cloak was hung in the wardrobe, and he sat on the organ bench in the white shirt and pants combination that he wore at the end of the movie.

He didn't know it until it had happened, but he moved his elbow and it caused a loud note to come bellowing from the pipes of the organ. He flinched, quickly pulling his elbow off of it. He glanced towards the door, hoping it hadn't woken Meg up. He quickly hid the ring as he saw Meg appear in the archway.

"I'm sorry." He started when he saw her. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's alright." She told him tiredly. Walking to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love seeing you without that wig."

"and I love seeing you in that tiny nightgown." Erik joked, Meg laughed and kissed him. "Although I enjoy it more when the nightgown is on the floor."

"Is that all you men think about?" She asked jokingly. Erik laughed and picked Meg up and spun her around.

"We should get some sleep though, the house is supposed to be finished tomorrow and we've still got to talk your mother into moving in." Meg nodded and kissed him.

"But what fun is that?" Erik grinned and kissed her. "It was pretty hard convincing her to let me live here."

"I know. How did you do it?" Meg looked at him and smiled.

"She thinks I'm at the market."

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The next morning came all too quickly. They didn't see the sunlight come in, but they knew it was time to wake up. Erik opened his blue eyes and smiled over at Meg, she had one hand on his chest, and he had one hand on her bare waist.

"Meg.." He said softly, brushing her long blond hair out of her face. "Time to wake up.."

"Five more minutes..." She groaned, turning over with the blanket. Erik snickered, moved over beside her and kissed her neck. He got up and got dressed, leaving Meg to sleep just five minutes more.

Ten minutes later Meg came out, dressed in the red gown he'd gotten her for her birthday. Erik smiled at her, his wig on his head, his mask on his face, and his cape around his shoulders.

"Ready?" Meg nodded and got into his boat. He push them away from the shore, and rowed them to the other side of the lake. Erik suddenly stopped rowing, put the ore in the boat, and asked Meg to stand up. Unsure of why, she stood up, and Erik was hesitant. "M-Meg I-" He couldn't spit it out. He got the ring out of his glove, and just spat it out. "I want you to be my wife." He thrusted the ring at her. Meg took the ring in her hands, and smiled. She slid it onto her finger and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him.

"Of course I will!" Erik was so glad that he finally did it. He finally asked Meg to marry him, and she said yes! Erik kissed her, with more love and passion than before.

"Thank you Meg!" He grinned as he held her. "You don't know how happy you've made me!" Meg smiled, and kissed him, they nearly fell off the boat while locked in each other's arms, loving one another dearly.

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"Mother!" Meg walked into her mother's small apartment, where she had been living since the populaire closed. Mme.Giry looked up from the job listings in the newspaper up at her daughter.

"Look who came home." Her mother sounded only half glad to see her. Meg ran to her mother, and gave her, her hand. Mme.Giry looked at the hand, and found the rose-shaped ring on her finger. "He didn't.."

"He did! Erik purposed! He and I are going to get married!"

"Meg no!" Her mother protested. "You can't throw your life away with him!"

"What are you talking about?" Meg asked, half shocked.

"You can't marry him! What if the police come after you for harboring a fugitive?"

"Mother!" Meg tried to stop her from yelling. "Erik risked his life for me. Did you forget that Alex almost killed me? How can you hate him? You spent your whole life protecting him. Now it's my turn to protect him." Her mother looked away from her in silence. "The house got finished today. We can start moving in as soon as possible. Erik is already packing our clothes.You can come live with us too mother. I've been in it, it's beautiful. It's got a large garden in the back, and a nursery and a study, mother please. Erik wants to take care of us. You hate it in here, you've told me that."

"Fine." Her mother said sourly. "But if something happens because of you harboring a fugitive-"

"If something does happen because of that, I'll need you with me. But nothing like that will happen, I know it won't."

"Fine. When do we move in?"

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Meg returned to the mirror, and saw Erik waiting for her with the bags sitting beside him. He hugged Meg when she came back, and she kissed him.

"How did your mother take it?"

"She wasn't as happy as I was.But I think she'll get over it. I told her we were moving in tonight, and she said she would come." Erik smiled and kissed her.

"Great." Erik was actually pretty scared to be moving in with Mme.Giry, she didn't like him much since the chandelier thing, and he knew she didn't trust him with Meg, but he knew that he would prove her wrong. He would love Meg for the rest of his life, he would have a family with her, and he would always be with her.

I guess it's pretty short. Ah well. Enjoy!