Alrighty! Here we are, chapter 5. I'm not sure if this is long or not. But yeah. I'm really liking writing again so I think I'm gonna update more frequently. DON'T HOLD ME TO THAT! I really like this chapter. I think it's really cute and sweet. I would also like to make a note to my readers that I will NEVER write in "sex scenes". Romance will be involved but this story is not rated M. It will never be rated M. So yeah. Just thought that I should make that clear. Thanks as always! xxx -Ann

Christine awoke the next morning. She couldn't quite piece togetheer what had happened. She stretched out her long pale arms. Her hair was a tangled mess, as it usually was in the morning. With a grunt, she rolled over on to her other side. There she saw him. The man of her dreams. Her angel. Her love. Erik.

Her Erik. She had to keep reminding herself of that thought. He was Christine's and she knew, she belonged to him. He was perfect in every sense of the word. There he lay, chest bare.. Mask removed. Oh how she loved when his mask was gone. Even though many feared his bare face, she loved it. He was still a tad uncomfortable not wearing it, but whenever she got the chance, she persuwaded him to remove it.

She moved closer to him before realizing something... She was naked. She quickly scrambled to cover herself up, but failing. She flailed her arms before hitting the ground with a thud. Suddenly Erik awoke, sitting up violently.

"CHRISTINE?" Erik scrambled to the other side of the bed before noticing a giggling Christine.

"Made a mess of yourself have we?" Erik reached out his long tanned hand. She gladly took it. Suddenly she realized once again, that she was bare.

"Oh goodness this is not appropriate!" she remarked with a grin.

"I'm surprised by your lack of confidence my dear! After last night, I think you would be far from it." He smurked before laughing uncontrollably.

"Erik, it's not funn-" She began to laugh herself. She could hardly ever be serious around him. She leaped on top of him, no longer caring of their clothing situation. She pressed her lips to his, tenderly at first, but then becoming more passionate. They both began smiling against each other. Erik brushed a strand of tangled curl from her face.

"What is your secret Christine? You always look beautiful, whether sleeping, singing, or weeping, you are a constant angel." Erik pressed his forehead to her's. They stared into each others eyes. Not wanting to break the moment for any reason.

"Erik, would you sing for me?" Erik nodded with a smile as Christine laid her head on his chest. She felt it expand with breath before he began singing. She loved the vibrations she felt as his lungs, and voice worked. She closed her eyes as she focused on his voice, and the words alone.

When it gets cold

To dark to see

Reach in your soul and find me there

I'll always be

She interrupted his singing, before finishing the line for him "Your constant angel?" She grinned.

"Exactly my darling. You are nothing less than an angel. Do not fight me on this Christine, I do not deserve you. However, as long as you are with me, I promise that I will love you for the rest of my days. Even when those are over, I hope that some day, somewhere, we meet again so we may continue our forever."

Tears began to well in Christine's eyes. She knew that it was in fact her who did not deserve Erik. Right then, and there did she realize that she was the luckiest woman in the world. She never felt such a love in her life. She of course loved her father, and Gustave, but she felt an enormous love for Erik in that moment. It was not a love of lust, it was an eternal love. One that she knew she would never forget. The words, he spoke continued to ring through her mind. He was her constant angel. Erik would love her forever. Yet, forever didn't seem like enough time.

"Erik, I have a question. Just one." Her face was serious which made Erik feel a little nervous.

"Anything my dear!"

"Do you think that some time we will be married? And soon?" In her eyes he saw a great happiness. Yet, the word haunted Erik.

Marriage.

He loved Christine with every fiber in his body. He had to stop and ask himself why the thought of marriage worried him. Yes, Erik indeed wanted to spend forever with Christine, but he didn't want to hurt her. He could never physically hurt Christine, but what if Erik caused her emotional toil? He wouldn't be able to live with himself. Erik stopped.

"Christine, in due time, we can be wed. As of now, we must wait. There are other duties to attend to. I want to be positive that you and Gustave are comfortable, and I want to make sure that as long as you are staying with me, you and Gustave are well taken care of. Do you understand?" Erik looked sorrowfully at Christine. She had a look of understanding on her face as she nodded. She learned a long time ago, not to question Erik's judgement.

They got out of the bed, and began to dress before heading downstairs. They walked hand in hand down the hall to the breakfast nook. A creaking down the staircase interrupted their stride. Coming down the stairs was Gustave. Still dressed in his striped night clothes, he was viciously rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His brown eyes opened slowly, as he walked towards his parents. Christine kissed the top of his head before slightly pushing Erik towards the drowsy boy. Erik unsure what to do, ruffled the boys hair. Christine gave him a glare, and nodded her head towards Gustave's gesturing to kiss the top of his head. Carefully, Erik lowered his head to the top of Gustave's before kissing the boy's ruffled hair. Christine smiled widely as she saw father and son embrace. Her job was complete.

"Now, shall we have some breakfast?" The family sat around the round oak table as steaming plates of food were placed in front of them.

"Gustave, would you like to say grace before we begin?"

"Yes mother." Erik had never 'said grace' before a meal. It was something he would have to get used to. Soon, his son's little voice peeped up.

"Dear God, I want to thank You for everything you have done. I want to thank You for keeping mother safe. I also want to thank You for papa. He's a really nice man. I'm glad that I'm related to him. Thank You for everything else. Am- OH! I also wanted to ask you for some more toys! I really want a-"

"Gustave." Christine interrupted.

"Right, sorry. Anyway, thanks. Amen!" Gustave smiled up at his parents as they looked back proudly. They dug into their meals. The first meal they shared as a family. Erik was so used to dining alone. Having the company of Christine and his son made his heart sing.

Erik began to shed small tears of joy. He could get very used to this.

Yeah, that's right. I see you smiling like an idiot. Go ahead. Take a minuet.

D'!

I thought the ending of this chapter was really really really sweet. As I said at the beginning, I'm liking writing this story. I'm really proud of it. So yeah. I will update when I can. Thank you so much to all my readers. You have no idea how much I appreciate it. Please review as always. And so yeah. That's it. xxx -Ann