Christine Daae
The next few weeks were pure bliss. Lyric was so calm, and Erik was so amazing with her. He was constantly needing reassuring that he was doing alright, but he was an excellent father.
Lyric was a little bundle of joy. She continued to say "dada" despite her young age and she was always smiling. She only cried when Erik wore his mask and when she was hungry, which was almost never. She had the appetite of her father.
We returned to Paris, where we had been living for the past three months. Phanstasma was being run by Monsieur Squelch, Doctor Gangle and Mademoiselle Fleck. Before the wedding, Lyric, and the incident in Persia, Erik was as good as glued to his work. Now, all he wanted was to spend time with Lyric and I. It made for a nice change.
We were still living in the lair, but I knew Erik was looking for a new home. When he wasn't playing with Lyric or holding me, he was looking for a house for us. It was sweet, but it was becoming an obsession.
I told him how much I liked the lair, and Lyric seemed to like it too. Erik claimed that the dark was no place to raise a child. I pointed out that he had turned out just fine. He brought up Joseph Boquet, and we agreed to stop talking about it.
Meg had moved to Paris again, after escaping the King. She taught ballet at an Opera House a few blocks away from the Opera Populaire, just like her mother.
To no ones surprise, the King of Persia had been lying to us. Mom and Dad were dead, as was Madame Giry. That was why I had never saw them while in Persia.
A lot of my time nowadays was spent with Erik and Lyric. Meg stopped by occasionally, but her life was consumed with ballet. Not that I was complaining, but I needed to get out of the house...uh...lair.
"Erik, Lyrics asleep. I'm going to go get groceries," I called. He was in his music room, working on an opera.
"No, wait!" He yelled. He came out, shirt half unbuttoned.
"Erik, no, I have to go. You may not need food, but I do."
"Then at least let me come with you," he argued.
"Someone has to stay with Lyric," I said.
"Get Meg," Erik suggested.
"She's working late tonight. They're opening a new opera in a week," I said.
"Are they?" Erik asked, interested.
"Yes, but nothing as magnificent as the one your composing," I said, winking.
"Have I ever told you I loved you?" He asked.
"Briefly."
"I think my wedding vows were a little more that 'brief'", he argued.
"Remind me what they were," I said, teasingly.
"Christine Daae, I love you more than any man has ever loved any woman. You are the reason my world spins, the very answer from God for the purpose of my life. I vow to love all of you, no matter how you feel about me. I have loved you since you first took a breath in the Opera House, and it awes me to this day that you love me, too. Miss Daae, I promise to love you through thick and thin, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live," Erik recited.
My lips crashed on his. Tears mingled in with it, but I knew that it was shared, just like everything else. He tried to deepen the kiss, but I stopped him.
"Erik, we can't," I said.
"Why?" He pouted.
"Erik..." I said, grabbing my stomach.
He looked down at me, not picking it up.
"Erik, we can't," I repeated.
Realization dawned on his face.
"Erik, darling, we're having another child!"
