Christine's POV

"Come on. Let's do something sensible and ask Jeremy. He is bound to know." Erik nodded I helped him stand up and we started toward the house. Once we were there we found Jeremy in the stables.

"Jeremy!" Erik yelled. He looked about ready to strangle the boy for letting Emily leave.

"Yes sir." He said nervously.

"Where did she go?! Where is Emily going?" He bellowed. I stepped in front of him and put my hand on his chest to stop him.

"Erik, yelling isn't going to get you anywhere. It's not his fault; he was just doing what he was told." Erik sighed and tried to calm down.

"Now Jeremy." I said as I turned around. "Do you know where she is headed?" he nodded.

"She going away to Paris." Erik cursed and walked to the house.

"Thank you Jeremy."

"You're welcome Madame." I ran back to the house and found Erik inside packing.

"Why would she go back to Paris?" He shook his head.

"How should I know?" I ran to my room and started packing.

Emily's POV

Once the carriage reached Paris it was morning. I decided to go to the Opera house and see if I could find Madame Giry. The carriage stopped in front of the opera house. I paid the driver to take Ceaser to the stables of the Opera. I grabbed my bags and went inside.

"We are ruined Andre, ruined!" I heard a familiar voice. It was my father.

"Richard, we can find a new soprano. We can always ask," He trailed off when he saw me. "Firmin i-it's."

"My God!" Father yelled when he saw me. He ran to me and hugged me.

"Hello Papa." I said.

"Emily you are okay! Dear God you are safe." I giggled like a child.

"Of course I am Papa." I said reassuringly. He sighed.

"Emily?" Madame Giry asked as she came closer.

"Mama It's her! It's Emily!" Meg called running toward me. She hugged me tightly.

"Meg, Meg I can't breathe." She let go and smiled from ear to ear.

"I'm sorry, but I'm so excited your back. Where is Christine? Did she come with you?" I shook my head.

"No she didn't." Madame Giry gave me a look.

"Did he come?" I shook my head.

"No it's just me." Father didn't look happy.

"He? Are you talking about the Opera Ghost? Has he been with you this whole time?" I nodded.

"That explains why we haven't heard from him in months." Andre said as he turned to Father.

"Emily did he hurt you?" I glared at him.

"What would give you that idea?" I hissed.

"The Viscount said you and Miss Daae were in danger. He and the whole police force are head down there to arrest the Phantom and save you." I gasped.

"What?! Why would he say that? We were in no danger at all!"

"Then why did you leave?" Father asked. I felt my eyes burn with tears.

"Because I had to." I walked past everyone and went up the stairs of the foyer. I instantly stoped when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Emily?" I turned around.

"Christophe? Oh Christophe! It is so great to see you." I hugged him and he pulled away and looked at me."

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you for months." His eyes were full of hurt.

"I'm sorry Christophe, I really am. Maybe we can have another lunch." He smiled.

"Dinner even." He smiled and helped me with my bags.

"Oh Papa!" I turned around. "Where can I stay?"

"The Prima Donna's room is open. Darling, w-would you mind singing in the next opera?" I sighed and looked down. Even though I was three months pregnant no one seemed to notice.

"When is it?" I asked.

"Our Prima Donna walked out on us, and we haven't been able to get Carlotta back yet. We were almost done with rehearsals," Madame Giry cut in.

"It's in three days." She said looking at my father. He rolled his eyes and looked at me. I nodded.

"What opera?"

"Romeo and Juliet." Andre said as he walked past me and towards their office. I sighed and told them I would do it. Christophe walked me up to the Prima Donna's room after Madame Giry gave me the script.

"Perhaps after the opera we can have our dinner, as a sort of celebration." Christophe said.

"That would be nice." I smiled and started unpacking.

"Emily." He sighed. "I don't want to sound too forward, but I-I love you Emily." I stopped and starred down at my open bag.

"Y-You do." I was slightly shocked but I had some what expected it.

"Yes, and if you don't mind I would like to ask you," He paused and I looked up at him. "Emily, will you marry me?" I closed my eyes and remembered that I had taken my ring off and thankfully put it in my bag when I was packing.

I thought for a moment. Erik loved Christine, and no matter how upset he would be with me if I married Christophe, I would still be free of the pain and heat break of having to leave. I opened my eyes and starred at Christophe a moment.

"Yes Christophe." He smiled wildly and leand in and kissed me. I kissed him back but kissing Christophe was nothing like kissing Er- no I won't say his name.

"Oh Emily, when would you like to get married? Perhaps a six month engagement?" I shook my head. By then I would be ready to have the baby. I couldn't let him know I was pregnant, I would be out cast.

"No," I thought for a moment. "We could elope." He gave me a strange look.

"Exited are we? Fine, then we can go to my parent's estate. How about instead of dinner after the opera, we just go and get married?" I nodded and smiled.

"Perfect." I knew I would have to hide the pregnancy and make him think the baby was his. It would be hard but I could pull it off.

Erik better hurry! She is already trying to marry someone, well let's see what happens next. Please R&R thank you.