Christine's POV
7 months laterI'm standing in the kitchen, making Erik's favorite dinner. Chicken Stir Fry. I have the chicken going and I start to cut up the vegetables, but I am stopped by a sharp pain in my stomach. I look down and see water all around my feet. I start panicking.
"ERIK!!!!" I scream as loud as I can. He comes running.
"What is it!?" He asks concerned
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! THE BABY!!!" I scream. He looks at me with fear in his eyes, but says nothing and picks me up bridal style and starts running. Madam Giry see Erik running with me and before she can ask I scream again. Meg must have heard it too because she comes running with Gustave at her heels.
When we get to the hospital, they get me into the delivery room and after about 12 hours of labor I get to see my baby. It turns out to be babies.
Everleigh Anne Destler was born on October 7 at 1:23 pm.
Aiden Lee Destler was born on October 7 at 2:04 pm."They're beautiful Angel!" Erik exclaims
"I want to hold them Erik." I say
He nods and hands them over. Gustave was sitting there looking content. I ask him if he wants to hold one of his siblings. He nods but he looks a little scared.
"It's alright, just put your hand under her head like how I'm holding her now." I tell him. He nods again and takes Everleigh. I smile at him, Erik is smiling while he holds Aiden, and I'm smiling at my family. No one will be able to hurt us again.
"Look with your heart
and not with your eyes
A heart understands
A heart never lies
Believe what it feels
And trust what it shows
Look with your heart
A heart always knows
Love is not always beautiful
Not at the start." I sing with Erik and Gustave joining me. When we look at each other we see love in everyone's eyes. When we look down at Everleigh and Aiden they are sound asleep.
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In The End
FanfictionIt's been three years since Meg shot Christine. Although is that true? Three years ago Christine died in Erik's arms, or at least he thought she did. DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. ALL RIGHTS GO TO ANDREW LLYOD WEBBER. Chri...