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Ch. 5 – New Additions

When I saw Erik's face I could see that he was sorry. He had not known that he meant just as much to me as my father did.

"Are you being truthful? Do you really hold me that high in your heart?" Erik asked.

"Yes Erik, I know I have made many mistakes, but I wish you had known that I always held you up that high. You are the only person to make me feel as safe as my father had. You will never know what that means to me."

"Christine, I am sorry for doubting you, it is just hard for me to trust you after what happened. I could hardly trust before that." Erik explained.

I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him. I smiled as I felt his arms wrap around me.

"Erik, I will spend the rest of my life proving that I love you, I promise you."

With those words, I knew things would be alright.

Our wedding day was like a fairy tale. I was wearing the most beautiful white dress that was similar to the first one Erik made, but the top part was more of a corset than anything. When I had seen if the first time, I did not think it would be appropriate to wear such a thing, but I knew that it would make Erik happy. It was after all, Erik's work and like his music, it fit me perfectly.

The only people we had invited to attend were Madam Giry, Meg, and the Persian, but it was nice being so small. As my thoughts wandered off I soon realized that I had always loved Erik yet, in all my dreams, I had never once allowed myself to imagine being his wife. It was a different contrast to now, considering that I really wanted to be his wife more than anything.

As I looked around me, all I could feel was joy. I never thought that I could feel this happy. When I had first left the opera with Erik, I did not know what life with him would be like. But when I looked at what it was now and what it would eventually be, it was enough to erase any regrets that I might have had. I knew that being Erik's wife was my fate.

A few weeks after the wedding passed and eventually things between us had surly changed a bit. We still loved each other to no end, but I believe that we were driving each other crazy. It was difficult getting used to being around one another all the time. We argued more that a person would care to imagine and we would always argue over the most insignificant things. Though our fights were ridiculously silly, it soon became routine.

"Christine, you do not use those types of mint leaves to make the tea." Erik cried.

"Erik, stop. I am trying the best I can." I yelled back angrily. "I was not taught to be a homemaker Erik; I was training to be a diva."

"Christine, I was not taught any of these things either, yet I figured them out." Erik replied back arrogantly.

"Unlike you, I had a life, a life that was filled with other things besides how to make tea." I snapped.

"I am only trying to help." He told me.

"No you are not. You are tying to show off and prove you are better." I screamed. "You know what; I want you to get out of the kitchen. Leave."

"Fine Christine, do it your way." Erik replied as he walked out of the kitchen.

One thing was certain; he drank my tea that night.

Though our days were trying, our nights were better. Before we would make love to one another, we would spend time in the music room singing or writing music. Other times Erik would read to me. It gave me solace being in his arms, safe from the cruel world that lied beyond these walls.

Before I had realized it, we had been married already for three months. It was not a long time, but it baffled me knowing we had made it this far.

As I stared at myself in the mirror I had begun to notice a few changes in my body. They were slight but I could tell and I was certain that Erik would be able to tell. As I examined myself I saw that my breasts had swollen up a bit and as I touched them I could feel the tenderness in them. I looked down and realized that my hips had spread a tiny bit. But knowing my body, I could see all the changes.

The changes were minor, but like I said. Erik noticed everything.

"Christine, you do not look well." Erik told me concernedly.

"My goodness aren't we the suave, debonair type. What a thing to say to your wife." I scowled at him.

"No Angel, that is not what I meant at all, it's just that you look like you are becoming ill. Do you feel well?" Erik asked ignoring my sarcasm.

"I have not been feeling to well lately. But don't worry about me, I am fine." I reassured him.

I almost squealed from delight when I felt Erik scoop me up in his arms.

"You will go lie in bed till you are better and do not try to sway me from my decision Christine. I want to make sure you are all right. Maybe you are just overworked. You have never done housework before." Erik said trying to draw up conclusions as to why I felt so horrible.

Even if the situation was funny I could still detect the fear in his voice when he spoke. He really was scared to lose me.

"You know I can walk right?" I asked.

"Yes but this way you will not over exert yourself." Erik told me clinically.

"Well then doctor I suppose there is no reason to argue is there?" I replied.

I felt a calm come over me as I rested my head on his shoulder.

I ended up only staying in bed for a week. But I could tell that I was scaring Erik greatly. He had never seen me like this, not even when we were back at the opera house.

The morning I made my discovery I was cleaning the house like I usually did. I could hear Erik upstairs tinkering away at some soft melodies. It seemed that since we had gotten married his music had suddenly become much softer. It still held the passion Don Juan possessed, but his new compositions expressed emotions of happiness. It made me smile knowing he was finally happy.

I had been cleaning for the last few hours and was in desperate need of a bath. I began to undress myself as I studied my body again. I was naturally skinny and I had danced for six years so that had put some muscle on me. I supposed I had a desirable figure.

That was when I saw it.

"ERIK." I screamed at the top of my lungs. "ERIK, ERIK."

I don't know how long I stood there screaming his name until he finally appeared in the door way. His expression towards me was both mad and confused. When he noticed I was naked his confusion increased.

"What in the devil ar…" Erik stopped mid sentence when he saw my stomach.

"What is it?" I asked as I pointed to the bump that had formed. "Why is it so hard Erik?"

"Christine when was the last time you had your monthly bleeding?" Erik asked as he slowly approached me.

I quickly began to think back as far as I could go. It had been before we married, no it had been before Don Juan. That was about three months ago.

"Before Don Juan." I answered. "Why?"

When I answered him, I saw his eyes glow with more happiness that I thought Erik possible of. "You are going to have a baby; we are going to have a baby."

As Erik pulled me into a hug I felt my body go numb. I was going to be a mother. Was I even ready to be a mother? I looked back down at my stomach when I felt Erik caressing the bump. I think after the initial shock wore off I was really happy about this baby.

"I am going to be a mother." I told myself.

"Yes and you will be a great one." Erik said confidently.

"You are going to be a father." I told him.

"Yes and I will also be a great father. Just add it to my list of things I am wonderful at." Erik replied arrogantly.

I could not help but laugh at his cockiness. "What gives you that idea?"

"It's a known fact my dear that I conquer everything I put my mind to." Erik said as he hoisted me over his shoulder. "I have you do I not."

"Erik put me down." I said in between giggles. "You are going to hurt the baby."

"No I won't." Erik replied playfully.