A Phantom and His Family

Chapter 2: Advice from the Wife

Evangeline's POV

The other parents stared at me, indignation and disbelief riddled all over their faces as my kids bolted from the building and into my arms. 

"Hi mommy!" The two of them said, excitedly. 

"Hey my little Sugar Babies. Did y'all have a good day at school?" I asked as I held their hands as we left. 

The twins chattered throughout our walk to the Opera Garnier and our boat ride to the lair as they chatted about the stuff that they did, the friends that they made, and even about a new student that came to class. I think they said his name was Gustave and that he was a Vicomte's kid.

By the time we got home, Ozzie and Tia had pretty much told me all about their day and were seating themselves at the table just in time for Erik to come out of the kitchen, a delicious-smelling roast in his hands.

"Bonsoir, mes petits filles." He smiled at them as he set the food on the table.

"Hi daddy." They both said as they ran over to him and gave him a hug.

With all of our greetings said, hands washed, the table set and a prayer spoken, we all sat down to eat. The children began to retell the story about how their day went, but I noticed that Erik wasn't really paying attention like he normally would.  He kept his eyes on his food and when one of them asked him a question, he would snap out his resolve and ask the kids to repeat what they just said.

This went on until dinner ended and after I sent the twins to take a bath, I decided to confront Erik, who had retreated to his music room.

"Erik?" I called out as I knocked on the door. As loud as I was, Erik still did not hear me, the music he played was loud and threatening as it drowned out my voice.

Not to be ignored, I yanked open the door to find Erik leaning on the keyboard of his organ, his hands cushioning his head as the instrument gave a groan of mixed up notes from the pressure applied by his elbows.

"Babe, we need to talk." I said, sitting next to him on the organ bench and running my fingers through his black, silky locks.

Giving a sigh in responce, he slowly turned his head towards me, his golden eyes rimmed red as stray traces of tears glisten his cheeks.

"What's the matter? What's wrong?"

"My mother. That is what's wrong." He replied as I began to wipe the moisture off of his cheeks.

"What about her? She isn't really worth your thought in my opinion." I said, my palm resting on his face. He gently cupped my hand into his and began to kiss my fingers before handing me a piece of paper.

After a few minutes, I had placed the paper back on the desk and gave a big sigh of anger.

"So, this no good, abusive, invalid "mother" wants to have the chance to beat up on my husband? Well, that hag has another thing coming!"

"That's not the only thing," Erik answered, standing up and moving away from the organ.

"Jesus told me to go. He said that I needed closure and I don't think that He would just send me there without having a reason why. Besides, I still love her, Angel. I still want my mother's love, even if it is forty years too late. But at the same time, I want to hate her. I want her to feel the pain that I endured all these years! What should I do?"

I listened in silence for a second as he finished realting his dilemma before I answered.

"Well, my advice to you is to do what He says and visit. Sure, you can stay mad at her and not go, but you could regret not going later on. Besides, if you do go, you would be proving her wrong about what she said about you. She told you that no one would ever love you, but look at you now! You have a wife and two beautiful children who love you, a friend who enjoys your company, and most of all, Jesus loves you." 

With that, I kissed him on the forehead before I left to clean the dishes. 

"Evangeline?" Erik called out as I headed for the doorway. 

"Yes?"

"I think you should tell the twins' teachers that they will be absent for a while. The trip  to Boscherville will take a while. And thank you for the advice. You always seem to know exactly what to do."

"Well, that's what a wife does, baby." I giggled as I left the room. 

I guess I'll be meeting my mother-in-law face to face. 

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