She had been in labor for what seemed like days. Finally it was over and she named him after her father. She had been asleep and woke up with Raoul sitting next to her. He looked upset and disgusted.
"Raoul what's wrong?"
"Your son, the boy you named after your father? Well his face is disfigured." With every word, his face became more disgusted and angered. "I won't take him as the family heir, Christine! Not with him looking like our nightmare!"
"Your nightmare! My angel!" She still considered him her angel after everything that had happened. "And I don't care! He is my son and I will love him that way! If you don't want to, then fine! Perhaps I chose wrong."
"No Christine. You chose correctly. I just can't accept him. We'll just have to have another child." He looked a little too happy about this.
"Raoul, no! He will be the heir, I don't care what you think. He's your son." I think, she thought. What am I saying, of course it's his. But the thought if what had happened one of those times she went to her angel's home was unforgettable and her secret. But maybe not a secret for long. She had to find Erik and ask him.