Fleur is not in this chapter. She was in the last chapter so much, I'm cutting her out in this one. The wedding finally! I wasn't very descriptive, but I hope that it's alright. Keep reading and reviewing! ^_^

Chapter 6

Belle and Charles decided to be married in the Opera house chapel. With the incident of Fleur, Belle refused to leave and to go out in public.

Rachel still wanted to have a double wedding. The fact that her betrothed was a dancer caused a scandal among the family. She didn't want to cause more problems and resigned to a small ceremony.

Very few people were present. Madame Giry and the managers, who were there merely for the patron, were the witnesses.

Instead of wearing a mask, Belle wore a heavy veil of sheer material. It made it nearly impossible to see her face. Her outfit was a simple floor-length, sleeveless, white dress. The skirt fell straight down and was accented with glitter. Over top a white wrap was draped. It was to cover some of the scars on her back.

Rachel was known for her extreme taste in dresses. Hers was an emerald green with short puff sleeves. The bodice had glitter accents and a big bow on the back. It could have been worn to Masquerade, at least that's what Belle said.

The gentlemen wore simple suits. Charles and Matt tried to get past the awkward feeling that their brides were more dressed up. Rachel told them that was the way it was supposed to be.

After the wedding, the managers gave their congratulations and left. Madame Giry stayed and followed the couples down to Belle's home, now shared with Charles...

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Rachel brought out champagne and Belle took out glasses. As she poured, Belle kept one glass aside for herself.

Rachel gave her a puzzled look. "You were just married and you're not drinking?"

Belle rolled her eyes and sighed. "I can't, Rachel, you know that." She was sitting next to Charles.

Charles put a hand on her stomach. "We have to think about the baby." He smiled as she sighed. "Besides, that means there's more for us, Matt."

Matt laughed as Belle smacked Charles upside the head. He turned to Rachel and winked. "Are we going to your place or mine?"

Rachel blushed. "M-mine, if you want." She picked up her glass and sucked the alcohol down quickly. As she went to refill her glass, Belle took the bottle from her. "No, no, no, Rachel, not too much."

Rachel giggled. "You're being silly, Belle." She took the bottle back.

"Rachel, I don't want you drunk and falling in my lake." Belle turned to Matt. "Matt, stop your wife from getting drunk. Like I said, I do not want my friend to land in the lake." She picked up her glass and took it over to her organ. Opening a hidden compartment in the side, she reached in and pulled out a bottle of wine. "A little wine is okay." Pouring a little in, she raised her glass. "Cheers, to the new couples!"

Everyone raised their glasses. "Cheers!" they said in unison.

Belle noticed Madame Giry sitting quietly. "Would you like some of my wine, Madame?"

Madame Giry looked up. "Oh, yes, that would be fine."

Belle walked over to her with the bottle. When she was next to her, she took Madame Giry's glass and filled it.

"Thank you, Belle. My personal congratulations, my dear." A small smile crossed her features.

Belle returned the smile. "You're welcome." Putting down the bottle, she went and sat on Charles' lap.

He put his arms around her. "Well, Madame Daae, shall we to bed?"

She leaned down and kissed him. "We shall, Monsieur Daae." She stood up and started to pick up the others glasses when Madame Giry stopped her.

"Belle, I'll clean up. You need to go to bed and rest." She took the glasses from Belle's hands.

"Thank you, Madame." She gave Madame Giry a hug and headed for the alcove.

Rachel went to give her a hug, but tripped over her own feet. She fell face first. "Oops," came a muffled giggle.

Matt sighed. "Come on, it's time to go." He bent down and picked Rachel up. "I guess it's my place."

Charles gave him a look. "Matt..."

"What? You expect me to take her to her mansion? Her family will think I got her drunk. They don't like me now, they would definitely not like me then."

Rachel kissed his lips and nuzzled into his neck. "I want to go where you go, Matt..."

"You will. Now rest."

She giggled again. Raising her head, Rachel looked at Matt. "I'm drunk, aren't I?" Her speech was slightly slurred.

"Yes, you are. Let's go home." As he walked away still carrying her, Rachel stopped him.

"Wait, I have to tell Belle something important." She removed an arm from around Matts neck and pointed to the alcove. "Belle! I need to tell you something!"

Belle came out of the alcove dressed in one of her outfits. Charles and Matt both blushed as she walked over to them. "What is it?"

Rachel lifted her head and looked at her funny. "What are you wearing? Can I have one?"

Belle rubbed her temples. "No. What did you want to tell that can't wait until you;re sober?"

Rachel motioned for Belle to come closer. She leaned in and whispered in her Belle's ear. "I'm pregnant."

Belle stepped back and squealed. "That is so amazing!"

"I found out this morning. I thought it only fair you be the first to know since I, you know, guessed..."

Matt looked at Rachel. "What did I miss?"

Rachel smiled up at him. "We're having a baby too. You're going to be a papa..." She passed out onto his shoulder.

Charles gave Matt a pat on the back. "I didn't know you two..."

"Once. We did it once."

Belle also gave him a pat on the back. "Once is all it takes. Congratulations."

Matt looked around for his mother. "Mother, where did you go?"

She was nowhere in sight.

"She must have taken the glasses up to the opera house kitchen. I mean, it's not like we have one down here. Not yet at least," Charles said as he grinned at Belle.

She humphed. "I have already agreed. There is no need to rub it in."

He put his arms around her and kissed her. "Of course not. I'm only teasing. Come, it's time for bed." He wrapped one arm around her waist and led Belle away.

Matt sighed and looked down at his new bride. "Goodnight, you two," He called

"Goodnight," came the distant call of Charles.

Matt made his way up to the surface...

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Andre sat at his desk, fingering the newspaper.

"What's wrong, Gilles?" Firmin was sitting at his own desk, writing.

"I've been thinking about that girl."

"Which one? The Viscountess, Mademoiselle de Anges, or the now Madame Daae?"

He looked up at Firmin. "Madame Daae. I was thinking about how nice it would have been to have her sing..."

"No, we are not doing this! That discussion is never to come up again."

"But that performance was-"

"I know, Andre. I felt every sinful feeling possible when she sang. It was unearthly..."

"I wonder, if perhaps Mademoiselle de Anges was given a reason to leave..."

Firmin gave him a shocked look. "You're not thinking of asking her to-"

"Haunt the theater once more? Yes. People do seem to go to places that have a sort of intrigue to them."

"You may be on to something, Andre..."

No Fleur, but some more surprises and twists. The plot is thickening. Now, what should Matt and Rachel have. I was thinking of them having an opposite of Charles and Belle, giving my story room for a longer and little more romantic plot. Post ideas and reviews. They are always appreciated. C: