It Was Always Her

Chapter 22

~~Time skip to June (6 months)~~

(There is also some fluffy stuff in this chapter, I'll put a warning where it begins)

Yvette's POV

I stand in front of a tall mirror, pulling my shirt up and gazing at myself in the mirror. My stomach was a good sized bump now, my regular dresses no longer fit me. Instead, I had to wear looser dresses or as I preferred, Erik's shirts. Smiling, I rest my hand on my stomach, I could barley wait for our child to come.

I had been courting Erik for about eight months now. Even though I still had a room in the Opera Populaire, I spent almost all of my free time down here, with him. My sister was starting to get very suspicious of whenever I ran off to be with Erik, so I had to be careful whenever I left, which meant I usually came down here at night.

As for me being pregnant, lots of the ballet dancers and people who worked the opera house asked who's it was. I just smiled at them, laughed and said that it was a man I had met. Which was true, in a way. Little did they know that he was a musical genius, lived beneath the opera house, and was the love of my life.

I could not wait for the little bundle of joy to arrive, I daydreamed many days about hearing our child's small footsteps echoing around the catacombs from beneath the opera house. Erik and I both believe that our child is a girl, I hope that we're right.

Seeing movement out of the corner of my eye, I look up and see Erik walk up in the mirrors reflection. Smiling at me as he snakes his arms around my waist and resting his hands on my stomach. I feel a gentle kick, our daughter knows her father is near. Erik gasps quietly and smiles, he felt her kick too.

"D-did you feel that?" Erik smiles down at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and wonder. I nod, smiling back at him.

"Yes, our daughter knows when her father is near." She will definitely be a daddy's girl, whenever Erik talks to me, plays the piano or sings, the child growing inside me seems to know. She always kicks when she hears him, it makes my heart swell with happiness.

"She will be just like her father, sharing his love for music." Erik kisses the top of my bed, a tear slips down his cheeks and lands on the top of my head.

"You have made me so happy these past couple months, I'm am beyond grateful to have met you." I turn around, letting my shirt fall down my stomach and wrap my arms around Erik. I stand up on my tippy toes, kissing him on the lips. His hands slip down to rest low on my hips, right above my butt.

We break the kiss after a few minutes, out of breath. Whenever I was near him, I could barley contain myself. He was so enticing, I wanted to be as close to his muscular figure as I could.

Erik unwraps his arms from around me, leaving me cold without the heat of his body.

"Would you like to go see an Opera today, my love?"

I've never actually gone and seen on elf the operas before. Surprising, I know. Living for months in, or below and opera house and I hadn't actually seen an opera.

"I would love to! Do we get to dress up like fancy aristocrats?" I smile widely, I would love to get to dress up again, just like I had for the masquerade ball.

"We can do whatever you wish, mon coeur (my heart)." My stomach does flips whenever he calls me by little french nicknames.

"Oh yay!" I clap my hands together, "When is the opera at?"

"They will be preforming at seven o'clock, tonight. We could have a fancy dinner before we go out to eat if you would like?" Erik says, I can tell he is uncomfortable. I don't think we've ever got out to eat together.