A Heart Misguided (Phantom of the Opera)

Chapter 11 - Impossible

Christine's POV:

I looked up at one of the mirrors in the room and laid my hand on my belly. There was only one possibility. I was pregnant. I sat down on the bed (we had replaced Erik's coffin with a proper bed). Without warning a tear slipped down my cheek. I curled up in the fetal position on the bed and wrapped my arms around my unborn child. I wanted to keep it so bad. But Erik didn't want children. I should have known something like this would happen. I wiped away the tears and tried to think of how I could tell him. I would do anything to keep the baby. I would get down on my knees and beg. It would change our lives but this baby was mine. Correction: it was ours. He had put this child in my body and whether he admitted it or not this boy or girl was his as much as mine.

I didn't realize how long I had been wallowing in my self pity until the light that was coming in from the hallway was blocked off. I didn't even have to turn around. I knew it was Erik. He walked around the bed and sat down. He reached out and touched my cheek gently.

“What is wrong, Christine?” I sighed. I needed to tell him but I couldn't find the courage.

“Nothing, Erik. I am just tired.” He raised his eyebrows and said,

“Are you sure?” I nodded. “Than I won't push. But something is bothering you. I am here if you need to tell me.” I shook my head. He looked me over and then said,

“Well, I am going to go compose. Feel free to interrupted if you need to talk.” I smiled at him as he walked into the drawing room. He never liked to be interrupted but he would let always let me interrupt. He never put his music above me. I stared at the red wall and knew what I needed to do. I stood up and straighten my hair. I walked into the drawing room and took a deep breath. This was it. I was going tell him. I could only pray that he would accept the child because it was his after all.

“Erik,” I said, calling his attention to me. He looked at me and I swallowed. He just looked at me. “Erik, I am pregnant.” He stared at me without moving a muscle. He slowly stood and said,

“Christine, I thought I said I didn't want children. What went wrong?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Erik, I don't know. I guess we messed up once.” He sighed.

“How do you know your pregnant?”

“Well, I have been throwing up lately and I missed my monthly time.” He sighed and started to pace. As he raked his hands through his hair, I could tell he was getting agitated. He growled and I flinched.

“Erik, please, I want a child so bad. Please, I want this one.” He looked up at me and I saw shock written all over his face.

“Christine, why didn't you tell me?” I lowered my head.

“Because you had said you didn't want children. I didn't want to argue. You had set your mind on it. I wanted you more than the children I might have had.” His jaw dropped.

“You mean to say that you gave up on the idea of a family to live with me?” I nodded. He sat down on his piano bench and I could tell that he was thinking. I said,

“Erik, think about it. Please, consider it. We could have a family. Please, at least think about it.” I turned around and walked back the bedroom. I collapsed onto the bed and wiped away a tear that had escaped. I didn't know what to do. If he said he didn't want the child than we would have to put it up for adoption. But if he said we could keep it than who knows what would happen. We would have to move. I didn't want to leave the lair behind.

I wrapped my arms around my belly and curled up. Suddenly the piano playing stopped and a dark form appeared in the doorway. I turned and looked at Erik. I couldn't see his face but his eyes were glowing because of the darkness. I smile slightly and he sat down on the opposite side of the bed. He reached over and took my hand in his. Raising it gently to his lips, he kissed it softly then said,

“Christine, I am sorry but...” He trailed off.