Warning: Major fluff. Don't worry, the turmoil WILL return, I promise.

Chapter 31

"Breath in." Meg commanded, as she yanked on the lace of the corset of my wedding dress, trying to make it as tight as possible.

"I can't any more! How do you expect me to breath in this thing?" I complained, trying to turn to face her, but she gave another large yank on them.

"Your not supposed to, just make sure you carry some smelling salts, and prey that you don't faint before Erik takes it off of you." Her comment made me giggle, causing my chest to hurt from the constricting dress.

"Meg!" I scowled, but she just rolled her eyes.

"What else do you expect to happen tonight? Have we really sheltered you this much? You don't know what your going to do with your husband tonight?" Meg joked, finishing the tie on the back of the dress. She spun me around, looking over the dress, making sure everything looked perfect.

"I'm not sheltered! Do you forget how long I have been with Erik? And the little trivial fact that I am carrying his child? And anyway, you shouldn't be thinking of your father in such ways." Meg rolled her eyes, working out the little wrinkles that had appeared in the skirt of the dress.

"But, being your best friend, gives me the right. You better enjoy tonight, for mother will certainly kill us when we return."

I nodded my head, knowing Meg was right, and not caring. Let Madame Giry be mad at me for missing rehearsal. I began to work on my hair. Even thou I know nothing could make me look beautiful, I wanted to be the best I could, for Erik.

I am getting married, to my angel, my Erik. There is no finer place for a wedding than the church Erik picked out. Never before have I seen one of this magnitude, and elegant. Unlike the Opera House, the

elegance of the church wasn't because of it's wealth, but design. From the warm brown stone walls, to the brilliant stained glass windows of the countless saints, the church bled beauty. The beauty overwhelmed me, for I haven't been inside a church since the death of Murtagh's mother. The room I was allowed to dress in resembled the the Prima Donna's dressing room, from the red and gold wallpaper, to the matching love seats, and even a full length mirror.

Meg placed the veil upon my head, completing my outfit. She stepped back, examining me, in awe at how the dress looked.

"You look-" She was cut off by a soft knock on the door, as Murtagh entered the room.

"Ace, I brought you-" His jaw seemed as if it would have hit the floor when he saw me standing there, before the mirror. His eyes grew wide with shock.

"What's wrong?" I asked anxiously, examining the dress for the imperfection that caught his eye.

"You look... Ace! You look like an angel!" He exclaimed, his eyes still traveling up and down my body. My face turned a crimson red with his complement.

"No, You must be mistaken." I spoke bashfully, but he didn't seem to hear me. He slowly approached me, bringing his gaze up to mine. He leaned onto his cane for support, as he brought his right hand out from behind his back, revealing a small bouquet of deep, almost blood red roses tied together with a black ribbon. He placed them in my hands, clasping his over mine, and kissed my cheek lovingly.

"You really look like an angel." He pulled away, stepping back to stand by Meg's side, a hint of dumbstruck still upon his face.

"You do." Meg chimed in, before dropping the veil in front of my face.

"He's waiting for you." Murtagh spoke, offering me his arm, to lead me out to the alter.

"I'm getting married." I whimpered with joy to Meg, who seemed to glow with happiness for me.

"Your really getting married." she kissed my cheek, then followed Murtagh and I out.

The youthful priest stood at the center of the alter, his white collar seemed to glow in the dimmed light. Erik stood to his right, his dark regal form waiting anxiously for me. Erik's eyes followed me as I slowly approached them, those mesmerizing tears started to fill those tender eyes. I couldn't focus on anything in the church, despite it's architectural beauty, for Erik drew all my attention. I only could see the love, and need in those beautiful, blue green eyes.

"Mon Ange" He whimpered out, looking over me as all the other had.

The priest began the service, but his voice seemed to be drowned out by the sound of my thumping heart. The feel of Erik's pulse through our clasped hands seemed to intoxicate me, adding to the breathtaking feeling.

"Mademoiselle?" The priest's voice brought me back to reality, he laid his hand softly on my shoulder.

"Mademoiselle, do you take this fine man to be your husband, through sickness, and health, till the good lord parts you in death?" Tears of pure joy filled my eyes.

"I do." I spoke in a scratched whisper, trying to keep the tears away, and failing. The priest nodded his head gently, glancing over to Murtagh, who stepped forward, revealing a small pillow from behind his back, where to golden rings lay. Erik picked up the ring closest to him, a golden ring with a large white diamond in the center, and slipped it onto my finger.

"With this ring, I thee wed." His voice sounding just as mine had. I followed my Erik's action, taking the plain gold ban into my hand, and slipped it onto his long divine finger.

"With this ring, I thee wed."

"I pronounce you, Husband and Wife. Kiss your bride." The priest smiled happily, as Erik lifted up the white veil, looking deeply into my eyes, into my soul. Never before have I seem such joy in those eyes, the eyes of my husband. My husband.

"Go on and kiss her, lad!" Murtagh Pushed Erik closer to me. A wolfish grin crept across my husband's face, before his lips attacked mine passionately. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, in response, he picked me up off the ground, twirling my around him, never once breaking our kiss, till he placed me back down on the floor. We gasped for breath, as he held me close to him.

Meg and Murtagh joined up, embracing each other gaily. I looked over the three of them, my Family. If it is possible, my smile widened.

My Erik looked as if he would burst with joy.

"You two are absolutely glowing." Meg commented, as Erik slid his hand back into mine.

"Now It's your turn." I handed the bouquet over to to Meg playfully, causing Murtagh's face to turn almost the same colour as the roses. A small laugh escaped her lips, as she turned to glance at my brother.

"Don't count on it." I gave a short chuckle, before returning my attention back to Erik, My husband.