Woohoo! We finished chapter 30! It's amazing how this story went. I planned 4 or 5 chapter for this story and now we have 30! It's really amazing. This story is really my little baby and I want to thank you all so much for the love for Lou, Erik and their family. I hope you all will enjoy this chapter and we will see each other at the next chapter. See you.

Greetings Petit Erik

Louise POV

Jesus. Now I was also 30 years old. The time went by much too fast. And our little children turned 6. There were two big birthdays to celebrate. We decided to celebrate near my family, because grandpa was not so good on foot anymore. The next Saturday we celebrated. The children were excited and so was I. I wore a long ponytail and a dark blue turtleneck sweater with black leather pants and black heeled ankle boots. And of course Erik's silver jewelry. My Erik looked hot as hell. He also wore a turtleneck sweater but in black. Along with black pants and boots. Of course he didn't wear a mask and wig in the circle of my family and friends. He didn't from the very beginning and it had never changed because everyone accepted him as he was. My parents brought my grandparents. When they arrived, I was very happy. I hugged my grandpa and he hugged me. It was so good to see him again. Erik hugged him too and grinned at my grandpa.

"My dearest grandson-in-law," he grinned.

Erik's cheeks reddened slightly and my grandpa laughed.

"Grandpa!" my children shouted and ran toward him.

He laughed and pressed them against him. Together we went to the restaurant. While the children were with Grandpa, I greeted my grandma and my parents. My children also greeted them and we waited for the other guests. They also came soon. My aunts and uncles, my cousins came. Dad's family from far away also came to my birthday. It was wonderful. Just before we were about to start, three more guests arrived. I squealed when I saw who it was. They were my best friends. My best friend from the US was 35 years old by now, and yet she was here. My other best friend from the UK was now 27 years old and my third best friend from my childhood was 31 years old. I ran up to her and hugged them tightly. I could hardly believe they were really there. It was like a dream. I noticed tears running down my cheeks. It really was a perfect birthday. I introduced everyone to them and they were surprised that I was married to the Phantom of the Opera. They greeted Erik and everyone else beaming.

Now the birthday really began. We chatted and laughed a lot. Often I had to translate for my parents and grandparents but that was no problem. It was a wonderful community. They talked to Erik, of course, and even though it was in English, he conversed with them fluently. I just knew that my Erik could speak many languages but I don't know how many. He was a multi-talent. Of course, we also ate many different things. It was delicious. My husband had again gone almost exclusively for the sweets. I was already sometimes afraid that he would become some kind of roll. But my husband never had that fear. He was always easygoing about it. It was such good fortune that he could eat without gaining weight. And if it did happen, he would have worked it off again. It was different for me. I had gained an incredible amount of weight in both of my pregnancies. It took forever to get back to my normal weight.

But the children had also inherited their father's sweet tooth, and Erik was more than proud of that. Of course they didn't only eat sweets but if it was somewhere they couldn't keep their hands off it. My three friends were amazed at this, but found it more than sweet that the opera ghost ate sweets. But they loved this characteristic of him. So did I. My best friend from the US was blown away by all the food. I was so happy to have finally met her. We talked often, but had never seen each other. About her being here today, I was overjoyed. She and Lily, my other best friend, talked to Erik a ton. I knew that Bree also wrote Phantom stories, like me. This may sound idiotic now, because I am married to the Phantom, but Erik didn't mind. He even read my stories and he often had to smile about what I had written. But he liked it and that was the most important thing.

"Lou?" asked Erik, and I could feel him clinging to me.

"Yes, dear?"

"Can we eat cake together? Please?" he whimpered and pleaded at the same time, looking up at me with big puppy eyes.

I grinned and nodded.

"Of course."

He beamed, kissed me, and pulled me toward the cake.

"Erik, angel? You do know dinner's coming up, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

I giggled. My husband was such a sweet tooth. But he was cute too, so it fit. We ate a piece of cake each together and after that I was already full. However, I had to keep Erik from eating any more. That was also good. Because there were so many delicious things at dinner that I didn't know what to eat. But Erik helped himself. I really wonder if he was ever supposed to burst somehow. He literally glowed when he saw all the food in front of him. He loaded his plate and then sat down at the table grinning broadly. We all ate together and it was a wonderful fellowship. We all talked to each other and even my children were curious about the guests who were strangers to them. My big kids tried to talk to them but they didn't know English very well yet. That's why they talked almost exclusively to my childhood friend. But it was still wonderful. In between we had to go home briefly to put our children to bed because it had gotten quite late. My aunt looked after them until Erik and I came home, too. We got undressed, I took off my makeup and fell into bed.

"I'm broken," I sighed.

My husband smirked and pulled me to him. I sighed a good sigh and dreamily drew circles with my finger on the soft skin of his bare chest. I loved touching his soft skin. It was a wonderful feeling. My angel hummed and I grinned.

"Hello, my musical bumblebee," I giggled.

Erik laughed. He kissed me on the head and pressed me closer. I hummed as well. I loved snuggling up to him. His skin was so soft and he was also ticklish. I really needed to take advantage of that now. I was tired but it was still enough for that. I dug my fingers into Erik's bare waist. He twitched and looked at me with wide eyes. I grinned nastily and started to really tickle him out. He started squealing and squirming back and forth the whole time. We both giggled and in the end I sat on his thighs and tickled him until he was screaming under me with tears running down his cheeks. When I stopped, I was still sitting on his legs, grinning broadly at him.

"Oh, God, Louise. You're going to be the death of me," he gasped.

I grinned broadly. It was so nice to tease him. I suddenly felt a gentle pressure beneath me. I looked at my husband out of wide eyes.

"You're insatiable. You know that, honey?"

Erik grinned nastily.

"Don't tell me you don't love it?"

I blushed and my husband laughed.

"Oh Louise, you miserable vixen."

I chuckled nastily and leaned down to his ear.

"But you love it."

He growled as I gently sucked on his earlobe and bit into it. Erik groaned and rubbed his hips against me.

"Forget it, lover. There's nothing hot going on today."

My angel pouted and looked up at me with pleading puppy eyes. I giggled and kissed his pouty lips. He could be so sweet when he wanted to be. Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door. Erik got up, but looked down at his lap just before to make sure his erection was gone, and then went to the door to open it.

"Josy?" he asked, puzzled, looking at our oldest daughter.

"Dad? Can I please get something to drink? My throat feels so dry."

"Of course, dear. Would you like to come with me to the kitchen or would you like me to come to your room with the glass?"

"Can you please come to me? I'd like to lie down again."

"All right, angel. I'll be right with you," he said.

He turned to me, said, "I'll be right back," and then went downstairs to the kitchen.

Shortly after, he came back with a glass of water and went into Josy's room. After about 10 minutes, he came back. He took the glass to the kitchen, came into our bedroom, closed the door and lay back down with me. He gently pulled me into his strong arms and I snuggled up to him.

"My Lou. My beautiful Lou," he murmured lovingly and kissed my hair.

I noticed myself turning bright red and buried my face in his chest.

"Oh Louise, why can't you believe me?" he sighed.

"I do, Erik," I replied, "only I still blush when you say it. You're beautiful, too."

I watched my angel's cheeks color.

"Lou, please..." he wanted to protest, but I wouldn't let him.

"No, Erik. Listen to me. You are just as beautiful as I am. Many may not see it that way or differently but I don't care. You have so many friends and family who love you and accept you unconditionally. Angel, we have been married for almost 9 years. And I still love you as much as the day I confessed my love and kissed you at the opera. I love you, Erik. More than words can ever say. And I will love you until the end of time and beyond."

I saw tears streaming down my angel's face. I gently cupped his cheeks, wiped them away, and then kissed him on the lips with all the love I felt for him. I heard him whimper and sob, but felt him return my kiss. When we parted, he looked at me with tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"Oh Lou, my angel. Thank you so much. I thank you so much. I love you. I love you so much."

I smiled and kissed him again.

"I love you too. More than you can imagine."

We kissed again and then fell asleep happily in each other's arms. The next morning I woke up happy in Erik's arms. He had his wonderful face nestled in my hair and was slumbering happily. I stroked his back and traced the scars he had suffered in childhood. I felt so terribly sorry for him. He didn't deserve any of this. None of it. I soon felt him begin to loll. He yawned, opened his eyes and looked at me. Then he smiled and kissed me.

"Good morning, my angel," he breathed.

"Good morning, my phantom," I replied, stroking his cheek.

From outside in the hallway we heard noises.

"Come on, angel," Erik said, standing up, "predator feeding."

Erik POV

Our kids seemed awake and hungry. So, as usual. I went to the bathroom, quickly got ready, and then put on some comfortable sweatpants and a dark blue sweater. Then I went to the kitchen. Everyone was already there, looking around for something to eat.

"Good morning," I said.

Everyone turned to me, Basti ran up to me and hugged me.

"Good morning, Daddy," he mumbled into the fabric of my pants.

"Good morning, kiddo."

Soon after, my wonderful wife came down the stairs as well. She had her beautiful, long, black hair down and it flowed in gentle waves down her back. She was wearing gray sweatpants, a green wool sweater and wool socks with it. She looked really beautiful and totally cute at the same time. The kids greeted her as well and together we started preparing breakfast. Of course, I drank coffee again while the kids drank tea. Lou also drank coffee. We set the breakfast table together and when we were all seated, Jere prayed for us. Lou's parents had raised her Christian and because I was also baptized back when I was born, it was not a problem. I had lost faith in God because of my past, but with Lou's love and that of her family, my faith came back. I was baptized Catholic, but Lou and her family were Protestants. And I had adopted that denomination as well. We also went to church when we had time. I was accepted into the church and it was wonderful. When Jere was done praying, we started eating. It was special every day to eat with my family. Phia and Josy grinned at me. They looked so much alike. They weren't twins but they were still sisters. Jere and Josy really looked alike. Certainly, they were twins but still looked almost identical.

"Daddy? Can you please pass me the Nutella?", Jere asked me.

I nodded and handed the jar to my son. He spread some on his slice of bread, then sliced a banana and put it on top of the chocolate. My eyebrow raised and I looked at my son's bread.

"Want a taste, too, Dad?"

I nodded and slathered my bread with Nutella as well. Then Jere gave me half of his banana and I sliced it as well and put it on my bread as well. I bit into it and it was wonderful. It tasted fantastic. My son grinned and I could tell he liked it too. So we all enjoyed our breakfast together before we would head off to church.