5 YEARS LATER
"What should we name him?" Erik asked.
"Charles," Christine replied. She had just given birth to their fourth child.
"How are you feeling mother?" Gustave asked as he entered the room. Gustave was now 15 years old and looked very much like his grandfather.
"I'm fine, dear."
"And what's my little brother's name?"
"Charles."
"Mama! Papa!" Their four and five-year-old daughters burst into the room.
"Where da baby?" The younger of the two, Rose, asked.
"Meet you baby brother, Charles."
"Charwales?" Rose asked. Erik nodded.
"Can't see, Papa." The other girl complained. Erik lifted her up.
"He's cute." She said.
"He certainly is, Meg." Christine smiled. They had, of course, named their first daughter for the young later who have given her life for the three of them could be together. Gustave knew the truth about Meg and wished he had known.
10 YEARS LATER
Gustave was married. He had a daughter, Katrina, and his wife, Charlotte, was pregnant with their second child. They were living in Calais. Meg had gone back to Paris to be in a dancer and was being courted by Anatole Giry, a distant cousin of Meg Giry. Eventually, the rest of the family moved back to Paris.
Erik and Christine watched their youngest children play.
"Do you think she would've liked them, Erik?"
"Of course, Christine. She would've loved them."
Erik kissed her head. Christine sighed contently. After 10 years apart they had spent the last 15 together.
Awww story's over)3 Hope you liked it, though! Thanks for reading!
~Kate