A/N One more to go after this. I will be sad when this story ends. But for all of you who have been along for the ride, here it is….

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Ch. 15

It only took another fifteen minuets before Christine began to push. I was a complete and utter mess. Although to Christine I was the picture of calmness. I had to be strong for her. My mind was screaming at me, I was going to be a father in a matter of minuets.

The sweat glistened off Christine's forehead. I was so proud of her in this moment. She was the very definition of beauty and strength in my eyes. She was the one person who was giving me everything I had ever desired. A wife and a child, she really was the key to my salvation.

"Is it out yet?" Christine screamed at me, the pain was starting to take its toll on her delicate body.

I could see that the head was already completely out, now all we needed was the body. I loved Christine with all my heart but I was surprised out how much this actually made my stomach churn. I had never seen a thing like this. I knew one thing; I preferred making the baby compared to delivering it.

"Almost angel, if you push harder this will be over sooner." I said, trying to get this job done.

I saw that Christine had begun to push and she had managed to get a bit more of the baby out, but suddenly she stopped. My mind almost went blank. I looked at her face and saw so much strife and tears. Christine looked ready for death. My breathing suddenly felt constricted. If she was giving up with this, then I wouldn't know what to do.

"What is wrong Christine, why did you stop pushing?" I asked her, my voice trying to hide its fear.

Her wails soon followed. "Erik, it hurts me so badly, please make it stop, please, please, I cannot do this by myself."

"What do you want me to do Christine, I have to see what is going on." I replied.

"Hold me; you will still be able to see." She shrieked at me.

I pulled her up and managed to squeeze myself behind her back. I could still see so I told her to start pushing.

"Start pushing Angel."

With more strength than I thought Christine actually capable of, she gave one final push. As soon and I grabbed the baby and helped guide it out, the screams that were coming from Christine began to come from the baby.

I turned the infant over and looked in between its little legs. In awed stupor I looked down at Christine.

"Christine, it's a boy." I whispered.

I the midst of my shock, I could see that Christine had begun to cry. My son's cries filled the room like one of my many compositions would. One thing was absolutely certain; he had Christine's lung capacity.

"He sounds like you." She joked.

I moved from behind her with the boy in my hands. I quickly cleaned him off; I knew that his mama would want to hold him soon. I looked down at my boy and my breath caught in my throat when he looked up at me. His eyes were blue, just like Christine's but in both eyes he had a tiny golden speck, like me. It was crazy but I believe that he knew exactly what was happening to him.

When I looked down at his nose I was shocked, it wasn't Christine's so I guessed it looked like mine would have looked if I had been born normal. He mouth though was all Christine. His face was whole, perfect and beautiful.

I had thought about what would have happened had he been born deformed as I had been throughout the pregnancy, but in the last hour the thought had not crossed my mind once. But here he was, perfect in everyway.

"Are you ready to let me hold him yet?" Christine teased.

I picked him up and walked back over to her. I could feel tears falling down my cheeks when I placed him in Christine's arms. She had actually given me a child, she had carried part of me inside her, under her heart for nine months and endured and immense amount of pain and yet she still smiled.

Looking back at this moment, I believe this was when I felt the most proud of her.

"I am sorry for taking so long." I told her.

"I'm not." She replied. "Oh, look at him Erik, he is so beautiful, just like his daddy."

I smiled at her words. Usually I would know that when someone was telling me that I was beautiful that they were lying, but somehow when Christine said it, I believed it. She had already opened up my heart to so much, how was I not supposed to believe it.

Christine's POV

I felt like I was dying during the birth of the baby. But even though it was so painful, I could honestly say that the most painful thing I had ever endured was the night of Don Juan.

I was so scared that night and so unsure of everything. I knew that I loved Erik, but I also knew that I loved Raoul. Erik was mad and murderous and Raoul was the dashing hero desperately trying to save my life. But even then, I knew Erik would have never hurt me.

He would never be possible of such a thing and I knew that. I have always known that. I remember how torn I had been but then I saw something in Erik's eyes. It was a promise, a promise that things would be okay.

I knew then that things would be okay, but I had to choose. At first I thought I had only choosen Erik so that way Raoul's life would be spared, but as the months followed and now that I sit here looking down at my child, I know that I choose Erik because I loved him, I loved him for him.

I remember when he told me that if I choose him that he could show me how happy I could be. I, in all honestly did not know if I could be happy with Erik, I knew that even if I choose to be with Raoul that I would never truly be happy. But here I was and I could truly say that I was ecstatic.

I had not realized that Erik had really given me everything thing he promised, all the things I regrettably doubted.

"I love you Erik." I said as I looked over to see what he was doing.

"I love you to my little wife." He replied as he but on his vest then jacket.

I saw that he was gathering all my bags.

"What are you doing." I asked.

"Getting your things together, we have to get out of here." Erik said calmly.

"What are we supposed to do?" I asked as I bundled the baby in one of my chemises.

"Well, escaping from the window is out of the question." He replied as he began to think.

"Well, I know that you are capable of getting us out of this hell hole." I told him. "Just believe in you inner ghost."

The expression he gave me for my comment was one of complete shock. "I cannot believe you are finding amusement in our past and this situation all together."

"Oh, poor unhappy Erik, you are just so serious." I remarked, a huge smile on my face.

"You little scorpion, do not mock me." Erik hissed playfully back.

Eventually Erik formulated a plan. Erik would usher me out and basically anyone who would get in out way would be killed. Idealistically I would prefer to not harm anyone but realistically I knew that there would be some murders.

The head of my cloak was kept low, and I kept the baby pressed up against my breast. As we began to walk down the hall, I saw that there was tons of security. Raoul had been quite sure that I was not going anywhere. Sadly, there was no remorse for him being dead.

We continued to walk with our heads down low and trying to act casual when inside you were screaming proved not to be my thing. We were almost at the exit when I felt a hard grip on my arm.

"Not so fast." Said a rough voice.

I had barely looked over my shoulder when I saw the Punjab around his neck. Next thing I knew, I heard a snap.

"Now I ask," Erik's voice rang through, low and dangerous. "Does anyone else have any objections to the lady leaving?"

As sad as it was, all their faces whet white. I was not worried about the fact that Erik had already killed twice tonight, it was only to protect me. Gently he place his hand on the small of my back and led me out.

"Christine, all I have is the horse, I had no idea that we would be leaving so soon, and with another occupant." Erik said smiling as he looked down at the bundle in my arms.

"I think we'll be okay." I told him. "I will just need some help getting up on the horse."

"Not a problem my love." Erik replied, leading me to the horse.

He easily lifted me along with our son onto the horse. Then with all his grace, he got up on the horse and we were off.

"Where are we going to go?" I asked.

"To Madam Giry's flat. I would love to show off my new son." Erik said, the happiness in his voice.

I looked down at our boy, he really was beautiful.

"Thank you Erik."

"For?" He asked me.

"For giving me everything you promised me." I replied. "You really have made my dreams come true and I am so in love with you for it. I really do love you Erik."

He smiled. "I have always loved you."

I looked back down at the baby when something suddenly dawned on me.

"Erik!" I squealed.

"Are you okay." He asked me.

"No." I said.

"What is the matter then." He said as he brought the horse to a stop.

"Erik, we are horrible parents, we haven't even named our baby yet." I cried.

"Don't cry my love, we can name him now." He told me.

"But I don't even know what I would want to name him." I replied.

"Well we know Raoul is out of the question." He teased.

"ERIK."

"What, I am kidding."