TWO MONTHS LATER

"Emily!" Madame Giry yelled. "We must tell him sooner or later, he deserves to know!" I scowled at her.

"Then I'll tell him later!" She gave me a warning look. "Listen I have plan."

"Plan or not he needs to know! It is his child at he has a right to know!"

"Madame Giry, if I tell him he will come after me. He is over protective! You know that, if I tell him he will come with or without his temper! If there is the slightest chance he could lash out in uncontrollable rage then I can have him near me." I felt tears fall out of my eyes. "Or my baby!"

"Please just let me tell him. He needs to know." I fell into a chair. I looked up at her and turned my head to look out the window.

"I was able to buy a house." I said I looked back at her as she gawked at me. "I am going to move there, so I can live without the stress of him trying to find me."

"Where?" I shook my head.

"I can't tell you. He will get it out of you the moment you tell him I am pregnant." She nodded her head knowing this was probably true. "I am leaving in a week. Three days after I am gone. I beg of you to wait till then." She looked at me and put her hand on her head.

"You have my word." I smiled and she grabbed her cloak. "There is a masked ball in four days."

"I don't know." I said already guessing her question.

"It wasn't a question. You need to go. Interact with people. You will be in disguise he won't know it's you." I thought for a moment then looked at my stomach.

"Can you get an outfit from the opera?" I asked she nodded and left.

Erik's POV

"Please Marie! Just tell me where she is!" I begged.

"You ask me every day. And every day you get the same answer, how long will it take for you to give up?" She asked as she handed me a letter.

"Never!" I protested. I looked at the letter. "I-is this from," I swallowed. "Her?" She nodded and left. I opened the letter and looked at it.

My dear Erik,

I am sorry that this is my first letter back to you. The last couple of months have been very hard for me. Please understand that I do not hate you. I love you dearly, but I cannot risk my life when I have to face your temper. Please try to control it, I do want to see you but you're making it difficult.

I love you,

Emily

I was making it difficult! I did my best each day to keep my temper under control. Madame Giry always came down to make sure I had it under control. She made me so angry but she said I was doing a good job of not showing it.

I sighed deeply and starred at the letter. "I'm trying Mon Ange, I really am."

Okay I know it was really short but I wanted to end it just like that so hope you liked it!