When The Phantom of the Opera woke, he found himself still nestled on Christine's breast. The moment he sat up, she stirred and wrapped her arms around him, "It's early, do not leave me."

"Why did you assume I was leaving?" He turned so he looked right into his wife's eyes.

"Usually when you wake before me, you attend right to Charlotte."

He arched his eyebrow, "If I recall correctly, she needs placating like her father. The sooner you start it the quieter she is."

"Matilda isn't even awake yet."

"You said yourself she sleeps more than her sister and brother."

Christine sighed, "Are you going to make me beg?" She took his face into her hands and kissed him passionately. She fell back onto the bed, pulling him down on top of her. She opened her mouth, pushing her tongue past his lips.

Erik pulled away, wide eyed, "Christine…"

"Angel, we haven't made love since I've healed. It's been three months since I gave birth. You weren't like this after Charlotte."

He gently ran his fingers down her jawline and over her throat, "I don't want to risk getting you pregnant again so soon. However, if you have desires, I will gladly satisfy them…"

"You've barely let me pleasure you during this time, you must be aching too," The Diva whispered caressing her husband's scalp. Christine pushed her loins up into his, "I can feel it stirring."

The Phantom closed his eyes and groaned.

"I never got to show you what else I picked up during my errands yesterday," Christine smiled. "Pick up that little tin box on my nightstand."

Perplexed he sat up on his knees, reached over and picked up the tin. He opened it, "What is it?"

Christine took the tin, "I got it from the midwife; it's a womb veil. You will not have to worry about getting me pregnant with it."

A wide smile formed on those bloated lips, "Ah Christine!" He pushed her back down into the bed with a kiss. He trailed her lips down her cheek and throat, "Why didn't you tell me last night? Why didn't we know about this sooner? Do you want me to help you insert it?"

"I was informed it will be easier to insert if I am wet."

Nimble fingers undid more buttons on her nightgown before caressing her swollen breasts, "I asked if you wanted me to help you insert it."

Giggles escaped her lips as she sat the tin on the bed, "Yes, Angel, yes!"

The Phantom sat propped up against the headboard, his Christine spanning his lap, nude. She rocked softly against him finishing the crescendo of her climax. One of Erik's hands was tangled in her hair, the other under her, slowly bringing the motions of his fingers on her pleasure mound to a stop.

She sighed loud, resting her head against his bare chest, "Thank you, Angel." She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Don't thank me," Erik grumbled removing his hand from under her and wrapping it around her waist. "It has been some time…we will find our rhythm again. I can recover my endurance."

She placed light kisses on his chest, "You say that as if you did not pleasure me at all. Yes, I will be sore and…" She raised her head and smiled softly. She wiped away a tear running down his cheek, "As you said we will find our rhythm again. And I hope fast since I have the womb veil." As she leaned in to kiss him there was a knock at the door.

"I know what crying in pleasure is now!" Gustave called from the other side of the door. "And you said it was for at night, Father, why are you doing it now? You need to stop because Charlotte continues to cry no matter what I do! I don't need you creating a new one."

Husband and wife froze listening as their son stormed down the hall. Christine's face flushed, "How long was he out there? What are we going to do with that boy?"

The breakfast table would have been quiet if it wasn't for the constant questions from Charlotte.

"When do I get to play with Matilda?" She stirred her oatmeal with her spoon.

"When she's a bit older," Christine poured some more chamomile tea into her cup.

"Why do I have to wait?" Charlotte continued to stir her food.

"Because she's not big enough yet to do anything besides eat and sleep. Now eat your breakfast."

Mr. Y took a sip of coffee before speaking, "Gustave, I have a surprise for you today we can go out right after we finish breakfast."

"Are you sure you and Mother don't need anymore time?" The boy's tone sardonic as he sat his fork down.

"Gustave!" Christine exclaimed. "That is enough from you, young man! Your father has a lovely day planned for you but you have spent the morning insulting us! I have every right to keep you here instead with extra math lessons and then give Mary a half day off and let you take care of your sister!"

Erik wiped the exposed side of his lips with his napkin and stood, "It's okay, Christine. We need not go to such drastic measures. Come, son let us get our coats and hats. We have so much to do."

The young man regressed into a boy shrunken looking down at the floor as he followed his father out of the dining room. As they headed down the paths towards Phantasma, Gustave finally looked up at Mr. Y, "I am sorry, Papa. I truly am. And I will apologize to Mama later. I just do not understand what is the matter with me lately."

"I already told you, son, you are going through puberty. It is bringing so many changes to your body, mind and moods. Before you speak or act right now you just need to stop and think. Don't take these attitudes into adulthood and ruin lives and miss out ten years of great things like your father," Mr. Y wrapped his arm around his son's shoulders and smiled at him.

"So what are we doing today?" Gustave asked, the curiosity back in his voice.

The Phantom paused in front of a small new building, pulling a ring of keys out of his pocket. He found the correct one and put it in the keyhole, "Today, we are going to be working in the new workshop!"

The electric light in the room sparkled in Gustave's eyes as he wandered around the room. "When was this finished? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was only finished a few days ago," Erik closed the door. "But just in time to finish what we need for the opening of Phantasma in a few weeks."

"What do you mean?" Gustave ran his fingers over the new sets of tools.

"All those automatons we were working on before?"

"Yes?"

"There are now in their final stages. Between you, Gangle and myself, we should have them all up and running for the new show."

"New show?" The young man turned and looked at his father.

"Yes, a whole new automaton show!" He walked over to him. "I've been planning this for a while; even before the opera. You were actually helping me with it when we were working on the automatons before."

"Really? That long?"

"Yes. Now do you want to help me finish it or not?"

Father and son sat down next to each other in front of the automaton already spread on the work table. Phantasma was going to have one smashing opening!