Erik's POV

When our kiss was over, my angel was my wife…My wife…While everyone enjoyed their meals and danced, I danced privately with my angel on the balcony of my restaurant. I wasn't even paying attention to the music that was playing…No, I was looking into her beautiful eyes. Everything about her was stunning and I loved her more than anything in the world. Our bodies moved against one another as she and I swayed to the slow music that was playing. Oh, if only I could live in this moment for the rest of my life.

"Christine, I love you more than anything in the world."

"So do I, Erik…"

"Wonderful, wonderful night…"

"It's not over yet," she seductively cooed, pressing a light kiss against my neck. Oh, I was in heaven…

"Papa!"

We broke away when we heard Gustave's voice. He was running towards me, his arms outstretched. I scooped the boy up into my arms…

"Papa?" I questioned. "Now when did I become papa?"

"When you kissed mama!" he exclaimed, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"Well, then I guess it's only right that I call you "son"…How does that sound?"

"Like the best thing in the whole world, papa…"

I embraced the boy and placed him upon my shoulders. "Oh, Gustave, I love you more than anything in the world. Hey, what do you say about cutting up that wedding cake?"

"Cake? I'm starving!"

I chuckled and placed the boy down in front of the wedding cake Mr. Dublair had purchased for us. The entire service was beautiful, decorations and all. Everyone gathered around the cake and Christine and I took hold of the knife, pressing it down into the first slice of cake. Afterwards, she and I took a slice of cake bit into the delicious desert. Though, just as I was placing the second forkful into my mouth, I felt Christine press it to my cheek. I gasped and looked up, her face filled with happiness and laughter. Oh, this meant war…

"Oh, now you're going to get it!"

I took the rest of the cake into my hand and pressed it into Christine's face. I then took my finger, swiped some of the icing off of her cheek and held it to her lips.

"Papa?"

I looked down when I heard Gustave's voice, only to have him smash some of his cake into my face aswell. Oh, he was going to get it! I took some cake and smashed it into the boy's face, causing him to laugh…

"Papa!"

"Gustave, you started it, boy…"

My wedding was the best wedding that I could have ever asked for. We danced until our feet grew tired, and ate until we became sick…When we were finished, we walked home with Gustave swaying back and forth in our arms. The boy fell asleep before we arrived home, therefore, I carried him in my arms. When we arrived home, I placed him in bed and turned off the lights, entering my bedroom to find it empty…That was strange, for I was sure Christine came up here.

"Christine?"

I unbuttoned my shirt and placed it aside, spinning around to find Christine coming out of the bathroom in her robe…Oh, but it wasn't just any robe, it was a robe that was so thin, that I could see her body through its white fabric. I swallowed hard and backed up against the wall, only to have Christine seductively approached me.

"Christine…"

"Yes, Erik?"

I stood there gasping for air, but when I could no longer think, I pressed my mouth to her own, her legs wrapping around my waist as she and I hit the mattress of my bed. Never had I ever believed that I would ever have a wedding night. No, I always believed that I would be alone…But here I was, with Christine and making love to her on my wedding night. Yes, we had made love before, but never had sex felt so amazing.

"Christine, I love you…Oh, how I love you."

I kissed her after we finished making love for the second time, pressing my body up against her own as we lay in between the blankets of our bed.

"Where will we honeymoon to, Erik?" Christine murmured.

"Honeymoon?"

"Yes…Where are we going to honeymoon to?"

"Right here…" I cooed. "Right here in these blankets, mon ange… I'm happy with just you and I being here in bed."

Christine smiled and placed a seductive kiss to my neck.

"Erik, I know we've only been married to one another for a few hours, but I have the craziest idea in mind."

"Crazy?" I teased. "Nothing could be as crazy as you marrying me…No, love, that was a crazy idea."

"Erik…oh, you…No," Christine placed her mouth to my ear. "Let's have a baby…"

"A baby?"

She nodded. "Yes. Gustave would love to have a brother or a sister. Don't you think that would be wonderful?"

"Christine…"

"What? Come on, Erik. Let's have a baby. I think it would be wonderful. Just think, a child that would be both from you and me. He would be beautiful and musical…"

"Christine, as much as I know you want this, I think we should wait…all right? We were married just a few hours ago."

"The more reason to get to it."

"Christine, you rush things, darling. We'll talk about children someday, but for now, I believe we should just take things slowly and concentrate on you and me. All right?"

Christine pouted, but a few moments later, she nodded.

"Good, now, where were we?"

Christine reached down into the blankets and grabbed hold of my manhood. Oh, it was so wonderful to be married.

"Christine…"

"Yes, Erik?"

"Oh, the things you do to me, mon ange…I want you, I need you."

"Then you shall have me."

I smiled and pressed another kiss to her lips. Kissing her would never bore me, for she was the most angelic angel of all. The next morning, I rolled over, entangled in my angel's arms. Oh, how wonderful it was to finally be married and in bed with her. Yes, there had been many nights before where she had spent time in my bed, but there was something about waking up a married man that made everything different.

"Christine?"

I opened my eyes, my lips coming down on her neck. My angel cooed and rolled over, the sunlight hitting her angelic curls and sending me into a wave of bliss. She was beautiful, oh, so beautiful.

"What time is it, Erik?"

I smiled and lightly bit down on her shoulder, causing her to sigh.

"It's time that we made love again."

Christine slapped my scarred chest and laughed at my lude humor. There weren't many times when I recited raw and unthinkable humor, but it just seemed so right with her…She was my wife and now, my new life was starting.

"Erik, enough…" she teased. "The sun is out, which means that our son will be up and about at any given moment. Does he really need to walk in here and see us together like that?"

"Well, I could always lock the door…"

"And would you want to answer a thousand questions about why the door was locked? I think not…No, we may be married, Erik, but that doesn't mean we can gallivant around in the nude like newlyweds. We're not spring chickens, my love…"

"And what are we? Senior citizens?"

"Erik…Oh, you…"

Christine laughed and so did I. Years ago I would have never imagined that I would be married and to such a wonderful woman, but here I was, the morning after our wedding and I couldn't have been happier.

"You know what I mean, Erik."

"My son?" I tasted the sound of it on my tongue. Son…Yes, he might not have been my own flesh and blood, but from this day forward, he would be just that. Gustave was beautiful and therefore, he would be my boy…He would get everything passed down to him one day…He was my son.

"Christine…I…I think that you should tell Gustave the truth about his father."

Christine's smile instantly faded upon hearing this. I know that it must have been a shocker for her, but if Gustave was to go on living with me and calling me papa, then it was only best that he knew who his real father was…Even if Christine didn't know.

"Erik, why would I try explaining that to a six year old child? How could you even suggest such a thing?"

"Christine, I know that it is going to be hard, and I know that it's going to be strange, but we should at least try to explain this to him. Why should he go through the next thirty years calling me papa when I am hardly that? Perhaps in name, but it is only right that he knows the truth. Wouldn't you say so? I am your husband now and we should be making decisions together. I think that we should sit down and tell Gustave the truth…What do you think?"

Christine looked up and me, her face completely emotionless.

"I know that it will be a little hard to explain, Christine, but we will work through this together."

When Christine finally nodded, I hopped out of bed and placed on my robe. Christine tied hers tightly around her waist as well and walked with me to Gustave's room. Once there, I pushed open the door to find him playing on the floor with his toys. When he noticed that she and I were standing there, he stopped playing and smiled.

"Good morning, Gustave," I said, approaching the boy and lifting him into my arms. He giggled and wrapped his arms around me.

"Papa, are we going to go to the beach today?"

"Not at the moment, no…"

"Well, how about Phantasma? Could we go there and ride the rides? Oh, how about the maze of mirrors? We had fun the last time we walked through it…Remember, I was skinny, and then fat, and then skinny again."

"Gustave, we're not going to be going anywhere at the moment, boy…Right now, your mother and I have something to talk to you about?"

"Are we getting a puppy?"

"It's not that kind of talk, Gustave…"

I took a seat at the end of his bed and Christine sat down beside me. With the boy sitting on my knee, I thought about where to begin.

"All right, Gustave…You know that your mother and I are married now…"

"I know, I gave you the rings last night…I gave you the rings, papa."

"Yes, you did and you did a great job at it too. Well, your mother and I thought that it was only fair that you knew the truth about your papa."

"You?"

"No, Gustave, not me… Your real father."

"He's dead…Mama told me that he died a long time ago."

"The thing about that…" I paused, for I didn't know what to say. Oh, how was I going to explain this to a six year old boy? I looked at Christine, but she didn't say a word. Most likely because she didn't know what to say either. Oh, what to say...

"Your papa isn't really dead, Gustave…" I began.

"He's not? But mama said that he was."

"I know, but that's not the truth. You see, a long time ago, your mother lived in Paris. She worked at the opera house and sang every night."

"Oh, is this like a fairytale?"

"Um…Not really. This is the truth about your father. Now, let me continue. So, your mother sang at the opera house."

"…And she was taught by the angel of music," Christine continued. I paused and looked her way. Oh, where was she going with this?

"Mama, who is the angel of music?"

Christine smiled. "Well, pumpkin, you see, before my father died, he promised me that he would send me the angel of music. After he died, I was taken to the opera house to live. I danced and every night, I found myself in the chapel praying for my papa. Well, one evening, a voice spoke to me. It was a beautiful voice."

"And what did he say to you?"

"He told me that everything was going to be all right. And, from that moment on, he tutored me. He taught me everything there was to know about music, promising me that I would one day have a chance at singing the lead. Well, on the night that it happened, he revealed himself to me after my performance."

"And what did he look like?"

"He was handsome…Tall and handsome. Though, there was something wrong with him."

"What?"

"He wore a mask over his face. I wasn't sure why, but soon, my curiosity got the best of me, and I tore away the mask."

"And what did you see?"

"A deformed face. But I should have stayed…I should have tried to understand, but I screamed and ran away from him."

"When did you see him again, mama?"

"On the night of the opera house ball…Three months later. I was asked to attend the ball by a man I was friends with."

"And is he my papa?"

"No, pumpkin, he's not…I attended the ball with him, when I should have attended it with the angel of music. I was foolish…All I thought about that night was him. And there I was, in the arms of another man. So, when the angel of music found this out, you could imagine how furious he was."

"What did you do?"

"I was to sing in his opera, Don Juan Triumphant. I was singing and then, he appeared on stage with me. We sang until the number was over…Only, out of anger, he kidnapped me from the stage and dragged me down to his lair, demanding that I love him. Even then I was foolish, for I did nothing but break his heart again. And so, I ran…Ran far away from him."

"When your mother was running away," I interrupted. "She came into contact with an angry…"

"Angel of music!" Christine continued. Oh, what was she doing now?

"I came into contact with him again. This time, I swore my love to him, and we spent the night together. Though, the following morning I felt ashamed for what I had done to his heart and left. Not long after, you came into the world."

"So, the angel of music is my papa?"

Christine nodded. "Yes, honey…"

"Christine…" I tried to interrupt, when Christine shushed me. I knew what she was doing, but how could I let her do this?

"And he's not dead?"

Christine shook her head. "No, he's not…"

"Then where is he?"

"Right here…" Christine said, looking up at me.

"Mr. Erik, you're the angel of music?"

What was I to do? If I said yes, I would be lying to the boy, but if I said no, then it would break his heart. Did Gustave need to know that his mother was raped? Did he need to know that his father was most likely a drunken swine? No…He deserved love…he deserved the truth…This truth.

"Yes, Gustave, I am…I'm your papa…"

I wasn't sure what to expect from the boy, but he began to sob… but this wasn't a sad sob, for he wrapped his arms around my neck and whispered into my ear.

"I always knew that you were…"

Awwwww. A lie, but it is a beautiful lie. Anyway, there is only one more chapter left...Enjoy and keep reading! My other story "Love is not always beautiful," is up and running too. Check it out...Thanks!