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Music of the Night: The Phantom of the Opera Returns (Guile & Melody)

Christine tried so desperately hard to calm her little boy, even singing softly, praying that her husband wasn't anywhere near. "If he finds us, we're going to be forced back underground!" She whispered, rocking the child and heading toward the edge of a tiny pond at the.edge of the park. "Please, be silent, little Johnny." She cooed in his ear. "Hush, my little baby." She hummed Music of the Night, hoping that it would calm her son as she sat with her back to the trees that hid the park from her view.
 
Erik listened intently and, after a while, noted that the crying was getting further away. He immediately set off in the direction of the noise, realizing that Christine really didn't want to be found. Erik went slowly, not wanting to accidentally bump into Christine or alert her that he was there. Eventually Erik reached the trees and hid behind one, looking out around it for his wife and son. He saw her, sitting with her back to him. Erik slowly crept up on them, years of sneaking around the Opera House making this quite an easy task, and stopped when he was just a few feet behind them. That's when he heard Christine humming to little Jonathan, the sound of her voice and the tune of that song causing Erik to smile and close his eyes for a second, lost in his memories. However, he then remembered the matter at hand, opened his eyes, and spoke. "Christine. What are you doing here, darling?"
 
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Christine continued her humming, blissfully unaware of the man behind her. She had reached the middle of the song when she had also closed her eyes, rocking herself back and forth against the breeze. Everything was so quiet, so perfect. Just being in the world caused her heart to erupt in pure joy. "Jonathan, if only you could realize what we're looking at right now." Then, that's when Erik interrupted her moment. Still with her back to him, she jumped through her skin rather than out of it. "Well, I-I thought that if I went to Notre Dame, you would never find me and we'd hear some discipline from them about playing on church grounds."
 
Erik chuckled at Christine's reasoning before sitting down beside her and wrapping his arm around her waist. He placed a kiss on Jonathan's forehead, then one on Christine's cheek before smiling at her. "Well, then, I'm glad you came here. I don't think I ever would have looked in Notre Dame. I doubt they would have let me in with this mask on." Erik chuckled before taking a deep breath of fresh air into his lungs, letting it out slowly, and looking out over the pond. It was truly a beautiful sight. "Christine, this place is beautiful." Erik whispered as if this quiet atmosphere was not meant to be disrupted by loud speaking. "I could sit here for hours with you." He looked into her eyes and smiled warmly, wishing that he really could do so, right then. "How did you find this place? I never knew it was here, the trees hid it from view."
 
Christine laid her head on his shoulder, smiling at the fact that she was now warm and safe in the arms of her husband. "Erik, I am truly happy with you. I'm so glad that we made this decision together." She uncovered the baby a little more. "Four of them, to be exact." She kissed his rather whiskery cheek. "Hmmm, what's this?" She asked as she did this.
 
"As am I, Christine." Erik smiled at her, then down at his son. "I'm also glad we've decided on a fifth. In fact, I am delighted - I couldn't be happier." His eyes met hers again and then she placed a kiss on his cheek. At her words, he reached up and felt his own cheek with his hand and realized he was, indeed, a bit whiskery. "Oh, dear. I suppose I've forgotten to shave for a little. What with how busy we've been for the last few days, it isn't a wonder." Erik chuckled at this, then kissed Christine. "Don't worry, my love. I will shave for you when we get home. Your Erik is not changing that much." He joked.
 
Christine stood up, ready to leave for home now. "Well, isn't that a relief? I thought that I would have to live with a madman that knows nothing of personal hygiene." She let a smile escape her. "Oh, by the way, we're missing a few of our offspring, are we not? What, did the new puppy eat them? I knew that I should never have left them with you. Their father isn't capable of taking care of them. I'm glad that I took the baby." She walked ahead of him.
 
Erik laughed at her comment and stood, mumbling under his breath jokingly. "Madman...personal hygiene. Ha!" The mention of the other children brought the earlier events back to Erik. "Not capable of taking care of them?" He scoffed, teasingly. "In case you were wondering, they adore their new puppy and no, it did not eat them. However...I have interesting news." Erik jogged a few paces to catch up with her, then slowed once he was beside her. "They are with Catherine and Andrew...at Andrew's home." He smiled at her, then explained. "Alistair told me Andrew had told him about a place where there were puppies and gave him the address, which Ali informed me of. Turns out, it's Andrew's home. I met his father, Peter, his sister, Elizabeth, and his brother, James. They're good folks. In fact, when I wanted to go out after you, Peter offered that the children could stay with them. So, there you have it, the rest of our family is safe at their home. Now," Erik teased, crossing his arms, "who's the bad father? The only reason I left them was to come after their escapee mother!" He laughed at this.
 
Christine froze on the spot when he had crossed his arms. "Well, what would you expect me to say about this?" She reached out and felt Erik's face with her thumb. "It certainly is unbecoming of my husband to not care about shaving his beard!" She kissed his face again. "Now, we have no worries right now. Our children are being watched by...the De Chagney family, you say? Oh, how wonderful!" With a new excitement, she pulled him back into the city. "Don't you want a dinner alone, just with us?" She asked, a brightness in her eyes.
 
Erik chuckled at the soft touch of Christine's thumb. "Oh, alright, alright. I certainly won't forget to shave ever again." He took her hand in his and placed a kiss on her palm, then let Christine pull him back into the city. "Yes, the children and safe and sound. Most likely playing with their new puppy and the De Chagney's younger children." A grin came to Erik's lips and she looked at him with a beautiful twinkle in her eyes at the idea of dinner alone. How could he ever pass up such an opportunity to make Christine happy? "Anything for you, dear. A dinner alone sounds lovely." Squeezing her hand lovingly, he smiled at her. "Where would you like to go?"
 
"Well, let me see, Erik." Christine turned her attention to the path ahead, past the cemetery and into a more positive light. "I am choosing? Wonderful! That sounds like a lovely idea." She held the baby tighter still. "Hmmm, I am thinking that we could go home and just have dinner there. We don't have to eat out tonight, if you aren't comfortable with it." She kissed his whiskers again. "Now, we should celebrate our first time being relatively alone since being married, don't you think? The children are gone and not bothering us about being bored at all."
 
Erik smiled at her kiss and wrapped his arm around her. "Alright, my dear. We shall go home and enjoy a nice, relaxing dinner to ourselves." He placed a kiss on her cheek and began to lead her home. Erik would have been fine eating out with Christine, for whenever she was near, Erik got a new burst of confidence. However, he had to agree that being at home would be far nicer. They could eat and spend time together without the hassle of being around others. "It will be splendid to spend time away from them for a while. Little Johnny is too young to complain too much." He chuckled at this.
 
Christine felt herself in the same position as she normally would be when her husband sang. When he merely touched or held her, it sent the same pleasurable vibes through her blood. Christine loved the sound of a nice dinner out, alone. But, there was definitely someone that she had to talk to before they could leave, just the two of them. "No, stop, Erik. You will tell me what you want. It can't always be about my happiness." Christine squeezed his arm with one hand. "I have no issue dining out, but we must leave our son with Meg or her mother first, and you've already spent money today." She added. "I love you either way, but I doubt that you want to obey your wife for the rest of your days."
 
Erik was surprised by this sudden confrontation. He smiled at her, noticed the light squeeze she placed on his arm, and took her hand in his. "Christine, I know you feel like I'm pushing my desires away for the sake of your happiness, but this is not true. Where we dine, or something equally as trivial as that, does not matter to me in the slightest. If you want to know what I want, I will tell you: I want you, Christine. I don't care where we are, just so long as you are there with me. That is what I want. That is why I seem to obey your every wish. Because whatever makes you happy, makes me happy." At last, Erik finished and kissed his darling wife. "Let us go home to eat. We will be alone, just you and I. That is what I want." His smile was warm, sincere, and couldn't have been more evident.
 
Christine couldn't believe that, once again, he was giving in to her every whim. "Erik, what's wrong? You have just as much say in the decisions we make as I do." She laid her head on his shoulder. "I know I sound silly, arguing about where we eat, but your opinion matters to me more than anything. "Let's go home, then. It is somewhat quiet now, that's certainly true." She reached their street and took in another deep breath. "Tell me why I love you so much to hang on to your every word." She teased. "I must be under some sort of spell, my dear. You did something to me when we got married."
 
Erik walked home with her, smiling at the idea that they would finally be able to spend time truly alone. "Nothing is wrong, darling. If there ever comes a time where I disagree with you so much that I must put my say into the equation, I won't hesitate to do so. It's just that I've never felt that I wanted to do so. I've never had a reason to." He chuckled at her tease and pressed a kiss to her temple. "You're right, my dear. I may or may not have slipped something into your wine that night." Erik raised his brow teasingly at her. "You'll never know. Though, in all fairness, I believe you did something to me as well - long before we were married. Do you wish to explain that to me?" He teased her as they entered the Opera House at last and went to make their way down below, back to their home.
 
Now at home, Christine felt absolutely no need to stay so.close to Erik. "Why, my sweet friend, I don't recall doing anything to you before then." She argued. "Unless, you count that first time that I ever danced around the stage for my father as a little child." She tapped her chin, thinking about this as she laid Jonathan on their bed for a nap, rather than alone in his crib. "But, there was no way that I could have known that the infamous Phantom of the Opera was watching me at the time. I had been taught not to believe in such a story, Erik."
 
Erik chuckled, but found himself fondly remembering that sweet memory of Christine as a little girl. He smiled, bringing himself out of this thought to listen to the rest of her words. "Oh, no. You wouldn't know if you did anything. How could you? You were always so oblivious to the way you turned the heads of many men." Erik chuckled and his words were meant to be taken as a compliment. They were not meant to be critical. "That's a good thing, though. If you had known, when you got older, how many men were interested in you, I'm afraid I would have had no chance at winning your heart. It was hard enough trying to gain your affection against one man." Erik smiled at her again, placed a kiss on Jonathan's forehead, then on Christine's cheek.
 
"Oh, don't you dare blame other men for you not showing yourself to your future wife. It isn't their fault." She kissed his lips, not wanting to have to touch his cheeks with her own lips. "Now, I am your wife. You have me now. I'm not going anywhere, so why don't you just take your knife and go straighten yourself out." She laid back against the bed frame. "Just don't take too terribly long, or I may have to play hide and seek again."
 
Erik let out a soft laugh, surprised at her words. "I wasn't blaming them, merely accusing them of distracting you from me." He joked, then turned around as if he were readying to leave. However, Erik hesitated, then turned back to his wife who was now laying back on the bed. He raised a brow at her and grinned as if he were thinking of something. "I don't know, Christine. I don't think I can trust you not to leave again." Erik walked over, stood beside the bed, and kissed her. "You play with me far too often." He teased with a soft smile.
 
Christine scoffed at the very idea. "What other choice do you have?" She raised a brow, trying to move away from her husband, but it was far too late, his lips were on hers. "Wow, that was awful. You really need to get a move on. I'll stay here, I promise." She smiled at the thought of what their night would be like. "Listen, hurry back. I want to be eating soon. I'll start dinner soon." She gathered all energy and pulled herself to her feet, then got started with dinner. "Now, move it, or I will leave you with your son while I fetch the others and ruin our time."
 
"Oh, alright. Fine - I will go." Erik glared at her playfully when she said that his kiss was awful. "That's highly unlikely. You've always loved my kisses." He chuckled, then went into the bathroom to shave. Standing in front of the mirror, Erik examined his face. It was, indeed, a bit whiskery. He sighed with a smile on his lips at the idea of spending time with Christine, then pulled out his straight razor and went to work. After just a few minutes, Erik was washing his face off with water, double checking in the mirror that he had gotten it all, and nodded when he noted that he was now clean-shaven. "I hope you're satisfied," he called to Christine as he came out of the room and went over to where she was still cooking. "This is as smooth as I can get my face." Erik joked, placing a kiss on her beautiful, brown curls.
 
Turning around, Christine examined his work. "Hmm, you may have missed a spot or two here or there, but over all, you look nice." She turned back to the food. "And, I couldn't really decide what to make for our dinner, so, I decided on a nice salad and pasta. I do hope you're quite satisfied with it, though." With one hand under the ladle, and the other gripping it, she held it out to him, a smile on her face. "Tastes familiar to me. Like that potion that you put in my wine. I added something extra." She laughed and dumped it down his throat before scooping the pasta onto two plates. "That's what you used on me. You used love, didn't you?"
 
Erik rolled his eyes playfully when she examined his work and criticized it. "If you keep that up I'll never shave again, then you won't be able to make fun of me." He laughed, knowing that was a lie. He wouldn't be able to stand it if he didn't shave. "Salad and pasta sounds wonderful, dear." Erik chuckled as she held the ladle to him. He opened his mouth and let her feed it to him so he could taste it. Erik fought with his laughter, trying to hold it back long enough to swallow, which he was successful in doing. "It tastes wonderful dear, but I'd prefer not to choke on it." He laughed at last and wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear. "And yes, if you must know. It was love, darling." He placed a kiss on her cheek and before she had the chance to pick up the plates, Erik did so and carried them to the table for her after she had scooped the food out onto them. At this point, he went over to her, took her hand in his, led her over to the table, and pulled out her chair for her and waited until she sat down.
 
Christine took that as an insult. "What causes you to believe that you would choke on such a thing, my Erik?" She kissed him, tasting some of the food on his lips that he possibly hadn't tried to lick away. When she had finished, Christine was taken toward the table and had the chair pulled out for her. "Such a gentleman that I have, don't I?" She sat down down and waited for him to do the same.
 

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