Chapter Twenty-Nine:
Erik watched as Michelle neatly packed his things in several boxes. He held Fawna in his arms while Fawna wrapped two tiny hands around his forefinger and cooed at him. He smiled at his daughter then heard Michelle's voice, "Erik?"
"Hmm."
"I never asked you if you were comfortable with moving. I don't know if you want to or not. Would you feel comfortable?" She questioned him.
"Yes angel. As long as you are there to be with me."
"You are sure?"
He laughed softly then said, "I'm sure the managers will be glad to get rid of me...finally."
She smiled at him. "I am glad that I met you Erik. I am glad that you are my husband. You could not make me any more happier."
A smile crossed his face and he looked from Michelle to his daughter. "If I hadn't met you Michelle, I would still be so alone and I would not have my wonderful little daughter."
Michelle put a lid over the box then walked over to him and kissed him on his forehead. "Fate gave us each other Erik." He nodded then smiled once more as she sat beside him and watched their daughter reach towards her father.
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A month later, Erik and Michelle were finally moved into their new home. Michelle had been negligent in the details of the house. It was more than a house...it was a mansion! And this was just the summer house. He often wondered what her home looked like back home in Bordeaux.
The move to the new house had not been an easy one. Before Erik could leave he had to make sure that the managers were kept in line. He wouldn't be there, but he was sure that he would not have the home he had made being disturbed by others. He also made sure that Marie would never be a prima ballerina until she straightened her act.
He had made sure to leave only a couple of things in their previous home. That included the bed and some of his statues and brass candleholders. The rest, including the organ, came with them, thought it had been no easy task to move it without damaging it. However, it had been done.
It took Erik a while to get used to being out of the cellars. Michelle forced him to take walks with their daughter seated in a stroller. Though she never made him go too much out of his comfort zone. She understood that it would take a while before he could get used to life the way she was used to it.
Often they would sit in the garden when Fawna was asleep with the maid watching her and contemplate what they would do and especially when they wanted to begin adding more children. Erik was an eager husband and father and concentrated more on their family then music. He never stopped singing and playing the organ, but he loved Michelle and Fawna too much to be concentrating solely on music.
He realized that things had changed and he was glad of it. He never thought of Christine or the events that had happened at the opera house. Michelle, he had often said and thought, was his sunshine in his dark world and nothing was truer than that.
A/N:
One more chapter to go. Wow, I cannot believe that I have almost finished my rewrite. Just so you know the original will be destroyed after this is finished and this will have the rewrite taken off at the end. I am so glad that I decided to rewrite this story. Thanks to everyone for their kind reviews. I appreciate it.
Your obedient author,
Pyrite