A/N Thanks for the review or two. I am so sad, but it has now come to an end. For all of you how have been along for the ride, I thank you so much. You have made writing this story so worth it. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Ch. 16

Christine's POV

Traveling back to Paris took longer than we had anticipated. Having to make stops every so often so I could feel the baby. During the trip though, we finally figured out a respectable name for our son.

Kalen Charles Destler.

It was unique and beautiful. Something that represented him, at least that is what Erik said. I was very sure that our son would be a unique being, considering who his parents were and the things that had plagued our past, how could he not be one of a kind.

Once we arrived on the streets of Paris, the sun was beginning to rise. Shop keepers were opening their doors and the smell of bread from the many bakeries filled the air. I hoped that no attention would be brought to us; we had had enough of it last night.

By the time we arrived at Madam Giry's, my bum was very numb. Sitting on a horse for hours on end did not suit for one's comfort. I was also so excited for her to see the baby. Erik helped me and our son down off the horse.

Due to the fact that I had given birth the night before and the hours of sitting on a saddle, I was incredibly soar. Slowly we walked up to the door and knocked. When Giry answered the door her expression was one of complete and utter surprise.

Where her eyes met Kale's, I could her Erik chuckling at the woman's hysterics.

"Oh, my Lord." Giry managed to get out. "Oh my, MEG."

Both Erik and I began to laugh as we walked into the Giry's small flat.

"When did he arrive?" Giry asked stupidly.

"Last night of course." Erik replied.

"Christine." Meg's voice called from across the room.

Meg walked over to me and looked down at Kalen with a huge smile on her face.

"What did you two name him?" Meg said as she kissed his cheeks.

"Kalen Charles Destler." Erik told her.

I looked down at our son and saw that he was glancing up at me. Then he looked at Erik, then at Meg, then at Giry, and back to me. I could already see it in his eyes. My son was going to be the exact miniature of his father. Too inquisitive for his own good.

"He is so beautiful." Giry said as she took him from my arms. "What did you do about Raoul?"

At the mention of his name, both Erik and I got quiet.

"He is dead. I sort of killed him." I answered.

"Christine." Meg and Giry both gasped.

"No I am kidding, Erik killed him." I replied.

Something was wrong with me; I had no idea why I thought Raoul's death was so hilarious.

"Christine, do not mock the dead. Raoul may not have been a good man, but at least be respectful to him in death." Giry said to me. The scowl on her face was something that made all my humor on the situation disappear.

"Sorry" I apologized.

"So that means you are free now. Free do live you life." Meg said.

I looked up at Erik and smiled.

"I guess we are."

Five Months Later

We arrived home a week after Kalen's birth. Giry demanded we stay in Paris to make sure that all was well, it was.

One Sunday while Erik was reading the paper he informed me that information with Raoul's death had been given out. It seemed that one of the men on his team of security had found him in my room dead. They had claimed his cause of death was due to a broken neck. How it happened however remained a mystery.

I mourned for Phillip mostly. He had lost his brother, the most important person in his life for so long. But I believe what we did was a favor to Raoul. He had slipped into such a state of madness that he was so forgone. He would have never returned. Unlike Erik, he would never have been able to slip back.

Kalen was growing into such a chubby baby. He was bubbly and full of life. He was so beautiful; I had never imagined how beautiful he could be, not because of Erik, but in my mind, he turned out to be even more beautiful than I had ever imagined. His father was so proud. It even appeared that he had an interest in music like his father and me.

That was what made Erik the proudest.

Days were normal, I would get up with Kalen at around seven and feed him, then Erik would take him for some father and son time while I cleaned the house. Our days were routine and I liked them that way.

About a months after Kalen had been born, Erik and I slipped back into our newlyweds' stage. It was fabulous and I cherished the closeness we once again experienced. I was at absolute peace when Erik was inside of me.

"Erik." I whispered.

I looked up to meet his yellow orbs. He looked so peaceful. We had spent most of the night locked together. I noticed he was falling asleep, but I had to ask him a question.

"What my angel?"

"Erik, what do you think would have happened had we not ever married?"

"Do not ask such silly questions, child. Questions like those are most unpleasant." Erik replied scooting me closer to him.

I could tell he didn't ever think about things like that.

"But I want to know." I told him adamantly.

I could hear him chuckle into my hair. "Do you really what an answer?"

"Yes." I replied.

"Christine, I have never imagined a day in my life without you." He answered.

"Never?" I asked again.

"Never ever." He replied.

I stayed away a few hours later after Erik finally dozed off. I don't know why, but I believe God had chosen me. He had chosen me to see the goodness in this man, and years ago, bless his heart, when I tried not to, I could somehow always see the light that radiated around him. Erik was beyond wonderful and I knew that he was right.

I could never imagine my life without him.

And most importantly…

I never would.

A/N It is done. I really loved this story and I am so grateful for the reviews that I received for it.