Man I told you guys I had a good idea for the rest of the story! Hope you like this next chapter.

Emily's POV

Tonight was the night of the Masquerade I put on the dress Madame Giry got from the costume closet. It was beautiful it was dark green and had diamonds all over the bosom and the hem. I put a cloak on and Madame Giry took me back to the opera.

Once we entered the opera house it was crowded with people dancing and singing. I looked Madame Giry.

"Can you tell it's me? Is my mask on right? Can you tell that I'm," My voice trailed off as she put up a hand.

"If I wasn't the one who got the costume then I wouldn't even think it was you. You have a black wig on so I cannot tell. And no I can't tell that your, well you know." I smiled and hugged her.

"Thank you." She smiled and gestured to a girl in a pink dress.

"Oh it's Christine." I rushed over to her and tapped her shoulder.

"Hello." She said she looked at me and waited a moment "Who are you?" I lifted my mask slightly and she smiled.

"Oh hello." We hugged and Raoul walked up behind her. My eyes grew wide and I dashed off.

I looked around and saw a young girl on the other side of the room. Her unforgettable blonde locks fell to her shoulders. I walked over to her. "Hello Meg." She smiled and looked puzzled. "It's me, Emily" I whispered.

"Oh god I haven't seen you in so long!" She hugged me and told me that it was almost chaos here.

"They have been looking for you; your father is worried sick. Usually you appear every day or so, then you were just gone. Two whole months, where have you been?"

"Your mother didn't tell you?" She shook her head in defeat. "I've been staying in you room, I hope you don't mind." I said jokingly. She smiled and tried to playfully jab my stomach with her elbow. "Please don't." I said covering my stomach. She looked at me for a moment and her eyes widened.

"Y-you're pre-," I cut her off.

"Shhh! don't say anything! Please Meg."

"You're pretty." She corrected herself. I giggled and she hugged me. "Don't you think you may be too young to be mother?" Meg whispered in my ear. I looked at her and scowled.

"I don't know but I have to be one!" I placed a hand on my stomach. "The baby needs me." I whispered. Meg smiled and we hugged one last time. I watched here disappear into the crowd.

I looked around and swore I felt those topaz eyes watching me. I turned around and as usual found nothing, just spinning dancers.

Erik's POV

I watched the crowed hoping that Emily would be there. I saw Christine enter and hug a woman with black hair. Who was she? Christine looked surprised when she lifted up her mask, but I wasn't able to see the face. Whoever she was she was very attractive. No! You love Emily you have to remain loyal to her.

The women looked scared as the Viscount walked up. She ran and found a young Miss Giry in the corner of the foyer. Could this really be my Emily? They talked for a moment. "You're pre," The woman cut her off and looked around nervously.

"I don't know but I have to be one!" Be what? I thought as she put her hand on her stomach. The woman was going to be a mother. Wait, I gasped as I tried my best to stay hidden. If this was my Emily then s-she was pregnant! And no doubt I was the father! My head began to throb as Miss Giry scampered off.

The girl seemed to freeze then she spun around as if looking for someone. My thoughts were confirmed as I saw her green eyes scan the room.

Emily's POV

I searched for Erik for a moment half wanting to yell at him half wanting him to hold me in his arms. I finally stopped searching as I saw Madame Giry across the room. She looked at me and smiled but before either of us could walk toward each other, her face became angry and I felt someone's hot breathe on my neck.

I spun around and saw a man standing there he was dressed in all black and had a scull mask on. After a second of examining his outfit I looked in his eyes. Those topaz eyes starred strait back at me. We both stood there just staring at each other.

Neither one of us knew what to do finally after a moment he hesitantly pulled me into a hug. How on earth did he know it was me? I let him hug me for a few minutes. "Emily, I'm so, so sorry. I was stupid. The way I acted was, horrible. Can you forgive me?" He said I felt tears fall into my hair. Our hug ended and I starred up at him.

"Oh Erik. I love you." He looked at me for a moment.

"Did I hurt the," He paused seemingly trying to find the right words. I frowned.

"The what?" I asked knowingly. He looked at me and smiled. He kissed my hand and rubbed my cheek.

"The baby." He said gently.

What! This is getting good if I do say so myself.