Sorry for such a short chapter, The next will be longer.

Little Lotte- How did the prom dress shopping go? Love ya!

Amber- As you know, I can't keep the names the same from the original fic.

Chapter 36

Since the day I collapsed after dancing with Erik, Roxanne has put me on bed rest. She claimed there was nothing wrong with me, that I was just over exhausted, and that I should never have even dreamed of doing such things in my state.

My mind has driven me to the point of insanity these two weeks, I almost wish the child will come soon, so that this torture will end.

Erik has done his best to tend to me, and physically he has done a wonderful job, but he couldn't possibly know the torment my mind is in. Every little flaw in the room has made itself apparent. From the slightly frayed curtain, which Ayesha has taken to play with when Erik is not home, to the uneven stone walls, each little crevasse an unbearable eye sore. I fear if I must stay in this room any longer, I will truly be mad, if I am not already. I try to close my eyes and let my mind wander, images of my Erik and our child dance in my mind, but always are interrupted, either by Erik or Ayesha, or, when I am alone, my insanity changes the images, to such unspeakable things.

I knew all day that he wanted to come, but I didn't say anything to Erik, he had spent all day composing, and I wished not to disturb him. The child couldn't have made it any more obvious, never has he caused such a ruckus inside of me. Around mid evening, he made his need apparent.

"Erik!" I called out for him. He rushed into our room, only needing to glance at me to know what I was calling him for, his son wished to be born.

"Go get Roxanne." I told him, pointing to the door.

"I can't leave you here alone, not like this!" He rushed to my side, grabbing my hand.

Does he not realize I need her? How does he expect me to do this on my own? Why must he argue with me now?

"Erik Go!" Never have I so forcefully screamed at him, but in my defence, I have never been in a situation like this before. He took a step back, glancing between me, and the door, trying to debate if he should listen to me.

"Please go." I whispered, trying to reassure him that I need him to do this for me. Hesitantly, he listened to me, disappearing into the darkness.

I can't recall how long he was gone, only that the pains started, each time growing in intensity, and length. Ayesha curl up next to me, realizing the pain I was in, and tried to comfort me. I did my best to ignore her, only bracing myself for the next jolting shot to surge through my body.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Erik returned to my side, Roxanne following right behind him.

"What took you so long?" I snapped at them. Erik looked over at Roxanne, the tips of his ears turning red, as he took my hands in his.

"Roxanne was... she was..." He started, unable to find the word. Another shot of pain pulsed through my weak body. Unintentionally, I tried to relive some of the pain into Erik, digging my nails into the flesh of his hand. He didn't say a word to what I was doing to him, only smiled at me tenderly.

"I was with a man, I think his name was Carlos." She answered plainly, moving my legs so that she could get a clear look at where the child will soon pass from. Normally I would inquire, but I wished not to think of anything, only finishing this.

"You can do this, Mon Ange." Erik whispered into my ear tenderly, as he pushed away the hair that stuck to my face from perspiration.

Roxanne spoke to me, but I couldn't hear her over the sound of my blood rushing in my veins, getting louder and louder, as the pain intensified.

Why won't he just enter this world! He wished to! Why cause so much pain for me? If Erik wasn't beside me, holding my head, I know this pain would overtake me.

Faster and faster the blood rushed, drowned out everything, even my own vision. All that mattered was ending the pain. I focused all the energy I could muster to help the child out. The world around me seemed to shatter, a majority of the pain washed away. As the pain subsided, I could feel the world around me again, the wet sheets, my Erik's soft hands on my own, the heaving of my chest with my laboured breath, and the piercing cry of an infant. My child.

"You were right, Mon Ange." Erik's voice spoke into my ear, filled with such love, driving the remaining pain away.

"He is so beautiful." His voice cracked, as those tears of joy fell down his cheek.

Roxanne came into my view, placing a small bundle into my arms.

"Congratulations."

never has anything looked as beautiful as that bald pink child. How innocent, and helpless he looks in my arms. Erik leaned over me,kissing my cheek with relief, running his finger along the child's jaw. Even Ayesha found herself standing behind me on the headboard, gazing over me at the child.

"Mon Ange." Erik whimpered, looking between him and me.

"I love you." His lips met mine, before meeting the child's forehead.

"And I love you, My son."

"I love you, My Henrik." The child cooed, burring it's head against the drenched nightgown I wore, pressing itself against my breast. As he did, his eyes fluttered open, revealing a pair of breathtaking blue green eyes, Erik's eyes.

Those same chilling tears ran down my own face, as I looked up at my husband, an overwhelming smile upon my face. He raised his had to caress the side of my face, unknowingly giving me a glimpse of the crimson blood that trickled from where my nails dug into his flesh. He was careful to only us the back's of his fingers, trying his best to conceal what I did to him.

"He looks just like you." Erik spoke tenderly.

"The essence of beauty."