A/N: The sequel to this story is called A Sweet Beginning if you'd like to read the rest of Erik and Isabelle's story :D

Chapter 24

One month later...

Isabelle's back healed beautifully; she had a few scars however. She was self-conscious of them and hated them; they were a harsh reminder of her uncle and his cruelty. Christine had stopped coming by, Erik had finally written Madame Giry of her unwanted visits. Madame Giry was mortified, and forbid Christine from ever going near the town, for she would tell Raoul of her deceitfulness. They had also gotten a letter from the Vicomtesse, apologizing for her tactlessness and the danger she put Isabelle in.

Isabelle had gotten out of the bath and was studying her back in the mirror, there were a total of four scars that crawled across her back. Erik said they showed how strong she was, she liked to think that they did, but they only reminded her of something she wanted to forget. She had some scars on her wrists and ankles from where they bound her and she fought them, the ones on her ankles less visible. She sat on the bed for a moment, she suddenly felt very nauseas, she took a few deep breaths and went to the chamber pot, and wretched violently into it.

Erik was downstairs in the music room waiting for Isabelle to come down for her music lesson. Isabelle's dreams after her kidnapping had finally ceased to Erik's relief, and she slept fitfully every night. Shortly after, he took her to her parent's gravesite and she put some roses on it and he left her to herself while she gave them a proper goodbye.

Erik wondered what was taking Isabelle so long and went upstairs to find Isabelle sitting next to the chamber pot.

"Isabelle what happened?" He asked his tone full of worry.

"I feel sick," she murmured.

"I'll send Gertie to fetch the doctor," he announced helping her into the bed, and she was too tired to argue. The doctor sent Erik out of their bedroom to tend to Isabelle. Erik was furious that he could not be in there with his own wife. When the doctor left he was smiling and said she would be fine. He rushed into their room and saw her sitting on her vanity seat with a wide grin on her face.

"Why are you smiling?" He asked irritated.

"The doctor said I should be better in six or seven months," she hinted.

"What have you got that will only last a short while?"

"Think," she said, wanting him to realize on his own. He sat there puzzled for a few minutes; Isabelle was ready to burst and finally gave up. "I'm pregnant Erik that's why I've felt sick in the morning!"

Erik's eyes widened and looked at her and then her stomach, "We're pregnant?" The awe in his voice evident. She nodded enthusiastically and threw herself into his arms.

"You're going to be an excellent father!" Erik was still in shock that he was going to have a child. Isabelle was bubbling with her excitement. She realized Erik was still taking in the news and gave him a moment to think.

"Do you want a boy or girl?" She questioned at last.

"A girl," he responded, "I think." Erik could already in vision a little girl playing in the yard picking flowers, with wavy brown hair and green eyes like her mother's. "You'll be an amazing mother," he said cupping her cheek and giving her a tender kiss on her lips.