Till I Hear You Sing(Final Book)

Chapter 6- Welcome Home.

Christine Daae

"That's the last of it," Erik said, smiling my favorite crooked smile. I waved farewell to the little apartment that I used to call home.

Erik opened the door to the carriage for me, helping me get in. Gustave was bouncing up and down in his seat. I started to laugh.

"Are you excited?" I asked.

"Oh, yes! We get to live with Father again!" Gustave turned towards Presley and Harmony and started talking. "You guys must be excited too, huh?"

"I'm sure they are," I reassured him.

"They never talk, Mother. Why is that?" He asked, curiously.

"They haven't learned yet. You didn't talk when you were their age," I explained.

"Oh. That's strange." Gustave stared at them for a moment. He then shrugged and continued bouncing around in his seat. I smiled and looked out the window.

I, too, was rather excited to be back home. I had missed Erik, and the thought of living with him again made me happier than I could explain.

Sooner than expected, we arrived at the home I was always so fond of. Once again, Erik opened the carriage door for me. Gustave went past me, running to the house with a surprising amount of speed. Erik laughed and kissed my head.

"He seems happy to be here," Erik noted.

"We all are," I added. Erik smiled again, intertwining his fingers with mine.

Once we got everything out of the carriage and into the house, I went into the nursery to set down the girls. Erik came in a few minutes later. He walked over to the cribs, picking Harmony up and holding her in his arms.

"You aren't allowed to pick favorites," I reminded him.

"I couldn't even if I tried." Presley began to cry, so Erik handed me Harmony and picked up Presley. "Somebody missed their father."

"There were many nights that I couldn't get them to stop crying. Presley was much easier to stop from crying, though. She seems quite fond of one of your songs," I told him.

"Really? What song does she like?"

"Music of the night. It's one of my favorites, too." Erik smiled at this.

"Do you like Father's music?" He asked in a loving voice. Presley squealed, something I rarely heard. "I'll take that as a yes."

"I think the girls are tired. How about we put them down for a nap?" I suggested. Erik nodded, placing Presley back into her crib.

As I shut the door to the nursery, Erik pulled me into his arms, kissing me. Well, that was a surprise.

"Any reason for the sudden affection?" I asked, out of breath.

"I missed you," He laughed, wiping my lipstick off of his face.

"I've missed you as well. You are lucky that Gustave didn't see that, though. He's far too young to have that talk," I teased, and Erik pulled me tighter to him.