Erik brought back her cup of tea. He handed it to her and he smiled as she hesitated. "Three scoops of sugar and just two squirts of the orange." She looked at him and gave the smallest smile he had ever seen on her. As she started sipping on it he lost his smile wanting to re do this whole month. When Christine finished the cup of tea she handed it back to Erik. He sat it on the small coffee table they had in front of the couch. "Can I get you anything else?" He asked.

She shook her head, then he stood up. "But you can do something." She said softly.

"Anything, love."

She looked into his eyes and he feared she was going to cry again, but she didn't. "Hold me. The way you did when we first started. When we had no troubles. When you and I were all that mattered." Erik nodded knowing exactly what she meant. Erik offered her his hand and she took it. She stood and he walked her a few feet to his chair by the fire. Erik sat down and she sat on his lap curling up as he put his arms around her. They were silent, but this is what she wanted. After they had first married this is how they would spent their tame nights. When it was a long day of rehearsal for Christine, they would eat then sit together in Erik's chair just like this. He felt her warm up now that she was closer to the fire and parts of her hair began to dry. Erik knew once it was dry she would want it brushed. He knew that when it was finally dry her frizzy curls would irritate her, they always did. After a long while they heard the door open. Erik sighed, he just wanted to hold her without worry for a little longer. Christine pretended that she didn't hear it and stared straight ahead and cuddled just a little closer to Erik. He held her a little tighter as she did it.

Giry was nearly brought to tears at the sight. Christine looked so small. So, broken. Even after the passing of her father, Gustave, she had never looked as broken as she did right now in Erik's arms. Erik finally met Giry's gaze as she walked closer to them. She saw a mix of frustration and sadness in his eyes, then she nodded. Erik loosened his hold on her. "Christine," He said softly. They allowed her a moment to sit up and look at Erik. "Madame is going to look you over. Make sure you aren't hurt too bad physically. Alright?" Christine refused to speak, so she just nodded. Erik nodded in return. He stood up keeping her in his arms and sat her on the sofa. Erik's pet her still damp hair lovingly, but she didn't look at him. He sighed then looked to Giry.

"I'll shut the doors to give you girls privacy." He said and Giry thanked him.

Erik walked out of the room and pulled the doors closed. He turned to see Nadir standing with Philippe. Philippe sighed and said, "Erik, I'm sorry. I had no idea he was coming down here. If I had I would have stopped him."

"Save your breath Philippe." Erik replied and shook his head. "It's not your fault."

"When my father hears of this-" Philippe began.

"I'm more worried about what will happen when our mother hears of this." Erik said, then Philippe nodded. It was hard to believe that the three were brothers. Half-brothers. Erik and Philippe shared the same mother, whereas Raoul and Philippe only shared the same father. Philippe was the only true child out of that marriage. Erik was caused by an affair shortly after Philippe was born. Erik ended up being raised at the opera due to his mother, Selene's, connection with Madame Giry. Erik was only sent away after Raoul was born when he was 5. The Count, William, decided that he would only claim two boys, the ones with his blood. William was never so cold as to deny Selene access to seeing Erik, and he always made sure Erik had funds to be taken care of. "Do either of them know?" Erik asked.

Philippe shook his head. "I figured they don't need to know until I get some answers myself." Erik nodded.

Nadir inserted himself in. "I still feel they should know now." He said and the brother's looked at him. "I will go tell them. And if they wish to come and confront Raoul I will not stop them."

Erik wasn't sure how he felt about that, but Philippe nodded. "That will give me plenty of time to speak with our wayward brother." Philippe said.

"Your, wayward brother." Erik corrected. "I've never claimed him as my family, and after today I could care less if anyone even claimed him at all." Philippe understood his anger. Honestly Philippe hardly wanted to claim Raoul himself.

"I'll show Philippe to Raoul, then I'll let myself out." Nadir said walking off with Philippe. Erik now stood alone. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. He wanted more than anything to kick Philippe out to give himself the chance to kill Raoul. Erik leaned against the wall next to the music room opposite the living room. His hatred of Raoul was the only thing keeping him from tears. The only thing able to distract him from the fact Christine was not in his arms. Erik snapped his head up when he heard the click of the doors opening. Madame Giry open both of them then stepped out. Erik glanced in seeing a look of horror in Christine's eyes. He quickly looked to Giry. "What's wrong? What did she say?"

Giry sighed looking down. "I don't know exactly how to tell you this Erik."

"Tell me what?" He demanded. "What is wrong with my wife?" He asked very worried.

Giry sighed again closing her eyes. "Erik, Christine was pregnant."

Erik felt as if he had been punched in the gut. All of a sudden, he was breathless as well as speechless. It was a wave of utter terror that washed over him. The blood on the bed was exactly what he feared. He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. He continued to secretly hope that at any moment he would wake up and do this morning all over again. "What?" He said after a long moment of silence.

Giry finally looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Christine was pregnant. She lost the baby this morning. I had my suspicions that she might have been through most of the month. It was true. I'm so sorry Erik." Erik just stood there then eventually looked to Christine. He stepped back wanting to go to the chamber, but Madame grabbed his arm. He looked to her as she said, "Don't. She needs you more."

Erik nodded looking to his wife. Griy let go to allow him to walk into the room, but then he stopped and told her to bring him her brush and a ribbon. Madame smiled and nodded. Erik sat next to Christine who sat in a ball on the sofa. She didn't look at him for the longest time. When she finally did there tears once again in her eyes. Christine looked as if she were about to say something, but Erik shook his head. "You don't have to say anything ange." He placed his hand on her knee. "That's what has always been so wonderful about us. We don't always need words to communicate. Christine nodded in agreeance. Her eyes went back to whatever she had been staring at before and Erik just sat there keeping his hand lovingly on her knee. It was just so she would know he was there for her still and so she would know that none of this was her fault.

Madame returned moments later with what Erik had asked for. By this time Christine's hair was completely dry and frizzy from where it had yet to be brushed. Erik took them and got up. Christine looked at him slightly confused but then moved forward some on the sofa so Erik could sit behind her. He gently began to brush her hair. He had always loved her messy blonde locks. Most nights after making love he would lay there and run his fingers through her hair until she fell asleep. Then there were many occasions where he had helped her with her hair for performances. He brushed until there were no tangles, then he put her hair into a lose braid. As he tied off the end he noticed Philippe and Madame in the foyer talking in hushed tones. Erik huffed annoyed, then cleared his mind focusing once again on Christine. He finished tying and asked her, "Does that feel alright?"

Christine turned her head and nodded. Then she looked forward again and leaned back onto Erik's chest. He kissed her head putting his arms around her. Erik wanted to get her mind off of things. So he hummed in her ear his new song.