It is too early, too soon. Christine ignored the flooding pain of what she recognized as another contraction.

"Are you okay, Mama?" Charlotte asked turning away from setting up her books on the shelves. "Is the new baby coming soon?"

"Not before we finish decorating your new room!" The Diva smiled at her daughter as she hung another dress in the closet.

"Gustave's okay with me having his room? I miss him, Mama."

"So do I, darling," Christine sat down on the bed with it's new set of white frillies sheets. "He's in college now and lives there so he's closer to his lessons. He will sleep in one of the rooms in the third floor when he visits."

"But those are servant's rooms," The girl sat down next to her mother. "He can sleep with me. Mary will just have to make do in the doll's bed."

Christine laughed, "Speaking of, where do you want your dollhouse? You now have room for it and a desk."

Giggles were heard getting closer and Matilda ran into the room.

"No Tilda! This is my room!" Charlotte exclaimed.

"My room too!" Matilda continued to giggle as she ran into the closet and closed the door.

"No! This is my room only now! You have your own!" Charlotte jumped off the bed and pulled on the closed door's handle.

The closet continued to giggle.

"Matilda stop it!" Charlotte shrieked.

"Girls, girls, please!" Christine's voice was loud and forceful. She stood and instantly doubled over, as forceful contraction bolted through her loins, followed by the slightest trickle of fluid down her left leg. She cried out, causing the girls' fight to end instantly.

"Mama?" Matilda opened the closet and peaked around the door.

"Charlotte, go get your father," The Diva's breaths shallow.

"It's a month too soon!" Erik exclaimed pacing in front of the fire in the master bedroom. "It's a month too soon!"

Christine laid on the bed, now in a nightgown, taking deep breaths. "Do you think I do not know?" She rubbed her belly. "We'll wait and see what the doctor says."

Mrs. Alcott, for all her dramatics, had a son-in-law who was a doctor who cared nothing for modern treatment of hysteria. He had no midwife, which originally hesitated Christine, but at the moment she could care less.

"Did you water completely break?" Erik came to her side, ribbon in hand, and tied her hair back.

"It didn't feel like it. I am hoping this is just false labor…" she let out a cry as she sat up and grabbed her husband's hand.

The Phantom grimaced. Oh how he'd forgotten how strong her grip was during a contraction. "Breathe, Angel. Breathe."

A knock at the door was followed by it opening. "It seems I am right on time." Dr. Arthur Bundy walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. A short man somewhere in his mid-forties; he was very to the point having already visited Christine a couple of times during her pregnancy once they moved back to their Manhattan house.

"Alright, Mrs. Y to the edge of the bed," He sat his bag down on the bed as he observed the nightstand all ready with water and towels. "Mr. Y are you sure you want to stay?"

"Yes."

"I'm thinking it's false labor," Christine spoke. "It's a month too soon and I do not believe my water broke completely."

"I'll be the judge of that," Dr. Bundy rolled up his sleeves, having already left his jacket downstairs along with his winter coat. He sat down in the vanity's chair. "Spread your legs wider, Mrs. Y. You've done this before. Erik, make yourself useful and put those pillows under her back."

The Doctor opened a container and covered his fingers in the gel before putting them inside Christine. She whimpered as he felt around and furrowed his brow.

"You're having this baby today, Mrs. Y," he removed his fingers. "We'll give you a few more rounds of contractions and if not then I'll go in and finish breaking your water."

The Soprano sat up taller, doe eyes wide, "What do you mean? Is the baby going to be alright coming so early? Let me stand up and walk around. That should break it. But is the baby going to be okay?" She gripped her husband tight.

"Get up and walk, Erik hold onto her. You are rather large for how far along you are. Let's hope and pray the baby is healthy enough to survive outside the womb."