Meg broke the kiss and stared at the ring. "Erik?"

With an unreadable expression Erik got down and knelt in front of Meg, holding her hand in his. "Meg, I love you so much that I can't explain it. You have turned my world upside down and shown me things that I never thought were possible for me to see. I don't know how to ask you so I'll just come out and say it. Meg Giry, it would be the greatest honor that you could ever bestow on me if you would consent to be my wife. Not in words or feeling only, but on paper and every other way possible that hasn't already been covered."

Tears slipped down Meg's cheeks as she threw herself at Erik and wrapped her arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses.

"Is that a yes?"

Meg laughed, "Yes," she got serious for a moment, "On thing." Erik's smile dropped off his face and he grew afraid for a moment. "Promise me no more pretending." The smile slapped itself back on and Erik hugged her tightly.

The happy couple waited two months before getting married. It was a simple ceremony with only Christine, Raoul, Katrina, Charlotte, Audrey, and the officiator in attendance. Meg's dress had a beaded bodice that accentuated her slim waist, and her skirt poofed out a bit, but not to much. Erik wore his usual dress with his white half mask. The wedding seemed to fly by; they said their vows, slipped on the rings, kissed and were married. Their wedding night passed in a blissful blur (Christine had taken the twins for the next two days so Erik and Meg could have a honeymoon of sorts) of love, passion, and that warm fuzzy feeling that you get when you love someone so much you would die for them.

After their "honeymoon" Meg and Erik went into full-blown parent mode and for the time being, Erik lined the edge of the lake with large rocks so that the twins couldn't crawl into it and drown. For months Meg nagged Erik about moving into a house that was above ground. He didn't say anything but a month before their one-year wedding anniversary he went out and started looking for a house.

A pealing laugh floated over the crisp, biting, air. Meg stood with her eyes covered by Erik's large hands and a big smile on her face. "Erik, let me look!"

"Go ahead but first…" Erik gave her a fluttering kiss on her neck causing her to giggle. "Okay look." Erik took his hands away and Meg's eyes flew open then got wide as she looked at the house infront of her. The cream and brown brick contrasted in a most appealing fashion, and the second story windows offered a fleeting glimpse into some of the rooms.

"Oh my goodness," her hand flew to her throat, her wedding rings glinting in the morning light. Wide eyed, Meg spun around to look at Erik, "Is it ours?"

"Yes it is." Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked back at the house. "Is everything alright? Meg, did I do something wrong?"

"No I am just so happy." Smiling, they walked into the house hand in hand to look at the different rooms.

They moved into the house that week and the twins seemed to love their new rooms and they grew fast, then Erik got news he had been waiting for. "Erik I'm pregnant again."

Erik was ecstatic and the nine months passed quickly and before long Madeline Hope Beauvias was born, or just Hope for short. Born with a full head of black curls and with the golden eyes of her father but the sweet temperament of her mother, Hope joined Charlotte and Audrey in winding their father around her finger within minutes of her birth and just wrapped him tighter as she grew up.

Her voice grew sweet as she matured and her father trained her in singing while he trained Audrey and Charlotte in singing and the piano, but he never allowed them to sing or play Don Juan Triumphant and they never asked why.

All three girls matured as pictures of grace, beauty, and poise. Audrey married a architect and had two boys and two girls early on in the marriage then lost a baby later in her life. Charlotte entered the convent and taught music at the local school. But Hope married a composer and had one daughter. All three girls kept music close to their hearts all during their lives. Erik died of heart complications at the ripe age of 83 and Meg joined him in the afterlife three months later, dying of what her daughters put as a broken heart.

OH my goodness, i am so sorry this sucked and i am so sad that this story is over! it makes me want to cry. but anyway leave a review then go and check out my new story add one i am hoping to get chapter two up today or tomorrow. but i dunno.

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kat