Erik looked at Christine and frowned, "he is mine isn't he?"
"What do you mean?" She acted suprised but he was too smart.
"The boy is my son isn't he!" Erik again growled as he got closer to her, "is there anything you wish to tell me?"
Christine backed away slightly and nodded,
"He is your son. That night-"
"That moonless night." He finished her sentence as he thought. She stepped closer but quickly turned.
"I touched you."
"And I felt you." Erik gently took her hand in his.
"And I heard those ravishing refrains!" They both sang together as he stroke her cheek.
"The music of your pulse." Christine closed her eyes and cooed under his touch.
"The singing in your vains." Erik frowned as he looked at that beautiful angel of music.
"And I held you." Christine opened her eyes and moved her face closer to his.
"And I touched you."
"And embraced you."
"And I felt you." Erik smiled softly as he let his hands run down to her waist.
"And with every breath and every sigh," they sang together once again like they had so long ago.
"I felt no longer scared."
"I felt no longer shy."
"At last our feelings bared, beneath a moonless sky..." Erik and Christine were so close and as the kiss was too close at hand the boy ran in.
"Mother! Oh New York is wonderful mother!" He looked just like Christine.
Erik let go of her and gazed at the boy, "would you like to see something amazing?"
The child nodded and followed him out of the room quickly.
Erik was going to show him the beauty underneath.
Christine sighed as she sat down in a chair and thought of what had just happened.
