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

"I think I can handle her, Erik. A nice leash ought to do the trick." Andrew laughed, noticing the rather small scowl that was on his new wife's face. "Oh, come now, Catherine. I was just joking." He grinned. When Catherine's smile returned, Andrew smirked. "Or, was I?" Catherine was about to aim a nice swift kick toward him, but she thought better and continued her father's conversation. "Well, then, I'm sure Mother would love to hear that, wouldn't she?" She got away, then, behaving childishly, she drew out Christine's name. "Mother..." she laughed. "I have something to tell you." She shook Christine. "Huh?" The young beauty awoke.
 
Erik laughed along with Andrew at the man's joke. "I knew you were a clever one, Andrew. Perhaps I'll have to use that leash method." He joked before Catherine ran off to her mother. Erik's eyes widened as he realized what his daughter was going to do and he chased after her, running into the room just a moment too late - Christine was awake now. "Catherine..." Erik drew out her name threateningly. "Don't make me drag you from this room." He scowled at her, though he was fighting down both laughter and panic.
 
"You can't touch me." Catherine pointed to the crib, where her brother was laughing and chewing his own fingers now. "There's a child here and, from one parent to another, you and I both know that fighting in front of children caused them to become abusive in their own relationships down the line." She warned him. Christine still was very confused. "What's happening?" She sat up and rubbed her eyes, holding the blanket over her chest, hiding from her daughter.
 
Erik laughed at Catherine's words though inside he was panicking even more. "Jonathan won't remember a thing. However, you will if you continue to do what you're about to do." He threatened, teasingly of course. "Nothing, my dear." Erik assured Christine, hoping that Catherine wouldn't say anything. "Your daughter is just getting too full of herself. She seems to have forgotten that children are to obey their parents." As he said this, his glared at Catherine, his lips forming the slightest smirk, as if pleading with her not to tell her mother what he had said. I am done for...
 
"You still call me 'child', yet I have not been one in three years, Father." She sighed and confirmed what her mother was told. "It was...it was nothing, Mother." For an amount of time, Catherine somehow got the idea in her head that Erik was serious about leaving her mother, but brushed that off almost immediately. Christine got out of bed and flung herself on Erik. "My husband, my sweet, kind, gentle, clever husband, kiss me." She ordered, as if Erik didn't have a choice. Catherine left, smiling as she sat next to Alistair at the piano and listened.
 
Erik had to hold back a sigh of relief when Catherine kept his words to themselves. The last thing I want is for a simple tease to put doubts of my love into Christine's head. Before he knew it, his wife's arms were around him. Erik laughed, his gaze ever so warm as he looked down upon her smiling face, and lifted her into the air, much like he had just done to Catherine. And yet, as he spun Christine around in his arms, Erik placed a kiss on her lips as she had ordered him to - not that he needed the extra push anyway. "Oh, my darling Christine. Have I told you lately that I love you?" He asked, grinning at her as he placed her back on her feet.
 
Christine laughed at him. "You tell me every day, sometimes twenty times a day." She answered him. Now, she whispered. "The most you've ever told me was, I believe, thirty times a day, but, that was prior to our marriage, while I was still the wife of the vicomte." She pushed two buttons back through the holes of his shirt, letting them loose, revealing the smallest amount of chest hair. Christine stopped. "Yes, I heard you tell me each day how much you loved me." She kissed him again. "I believe that was the one promise you failed to follow through with. You promised me, that when I left you, that you would leave me alone." She kissed him again, her hand in his hair. "I still heard you every now and again." She laid her head on his chest, taking in his heartbeat.
 
"Thirty times? Is that all?" Erik chuckled, smiling at the tender touch of her hand in his hair and her lips on his. "My, my...I feel as though I'm going to have to try harder. Thirty times isn't nearly enough for my lovely wife." He audibly sighed as her fingers graced over the buttons of his shirt, revealing just a small amount of his chest. "That was the one promise that I could not possibly fulfill, though you must know that I did try to keep it. However, I've tried everyday that we've been together to make up for breaking it." Erik's heart started to flutter faster in his chest as Christine laid her head on it. "Have I done well?" He whispered, unable to make his voice rise above that soft level due to her overwhelming presence.
 
"Y-You've..." Christine stuttered, breathing him in for a moment longer, before she ever spoke again. "You've fulfilled every promise you've made to me, other than the single vow you've mentioned." She wrapped a strand of hair around her finger, absentmindedly. "And, I thank God every day that you broke it. Our three youngest would not be here if you didn't." She felt her eyes water. "Erik, I love you more and more with each passing breath that escapes me." She mumbled, listening to Ali's music in the distance. "You've given me everything that I've ever wanted, and more. You're the most beautiful, kindest, most caring, most generous man that I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, apart,...apart from Gustav." She reminded him. "You're so beautiful." She took his one hand, raised it above her head, and spun once, letting go and falling into him again. "I love you so."
 
Christine's words sent Erik's heart pounding and he couldn't help but pull her in tighter against him. She had never failed to bring him the utmost joy, and this moment just confirmed that. "Christine...what did I ever do to deserve such a treasure like you?" He felt his own eyes begin to water as he thought of all that she had done for him - all that would be gone from his life if she were not here. Erik knew his life would be empty, meaningless, without her. "You saved me, Christine. You saved me from a life of loneliness. For that, I will always feel indebted to you. I will always feel as though I can never repay you. But, I am alright with that. I will happily spend the rest of my life searching for ways to make you happy. You deserve all the joy one could ever possibly achieve, my darling. I would do anything just to see you smile. I want to die knowing that I made your life as beautiful as you have made mine." Erik couldn't stop the few tears of joy that escaped down his cheeks as she took his hand and spun around in front of him before falling into him again. "I will always love you, Christine. I always have. Please, don't ever doubt that."
 
"I couldn't possibly ever think such a thought. I know you love me as much as I love you." She kissed him, yet again. "I would never, ever doubt your love from now until the end of time." She kissed him again. "Not a day longer." Unbeknownst to them, they were being watched by Alistair and Lillith. "How very romantic." The tiny little dancer whispered to her brother, who shrugged. He had surpassed that stage where love was 'sissy stuff'. Christine continued lavishing Erik with tender kisses all over his face. "I give my love only to you from now until I lie, forever, either under this place with you, or beside my father." She kissed his knuckles now. "Or, perhaps we will be together even after death. If I choose to be next to Gustav, you must come with me."
 
Erik's body began to quiver with emotion as Christine continued to lavish him with kisses and speak such tender, loving words to him. His heart threatened to burst and tears continued to escape from his eyes. It was impossible, he knew, to hear such beautiful words from his only love and not fell this way. "Christine I would follow you to the ends of the Earth - be it in life or after death. If you choose to lie beside your father in eternal rest, I will happily be placed beside you." Erik placed his shaking hands tenderly on each side of her face and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss that he could not force himself to break.
 
"We will always be together." Christine managed, before Erik could get his lips on her. "When we die, I guess we'll have to leave our placement up to the children." She laughed. "They may put you on one side of Gustav and me on the other." She teased. "There's always something getting in our way, wouldn't you say?" Watching his parents, Alistair could only picture himself in like ten years or so, with Lucy, and how happy they would be at that time. He was lovesick. His heart fluttered with joy, giving him false hope. "They may not want us spending so much time together after death, since we were, are, spending much time together in life." Christine kissed his neck.
 
Erik laughed softly, the idea of Christine's father being the one to separate them even after death being quite amusing. "Well, I never really was able to be lectured by Gustav. If your father had lived to see our relationship grow the way it did, I'm sure I would have been talked at several times. What father doesn't give the husband of his daughter a good reminder, every now and then, of who brought her into the world - making their union possible? I'm sure Gustav will want to make up for that later." He chuckled, closing his eyes slightly at the feeling of Christine's lips on his neck. "But no, not even Gustav can keep you from me, darling. I will just have to ask the children nicely to make sure we are beside each other. Or...I can threaten to haunt them if they don't. Perhaps that will work better." Erik joked, his smile ever growing.
 
Christine scoffed. "Oh, hush." She jumped away from Erik. "You will do no such thing, for I'll be waiting for you at the Gate, remember?" She started walking away. "And, just like on our wedding, you won't leave me to wait more than five minutes, will you?" She realized that they had been talking for quite some time. Breakfast needed to be cooked. "Oh, goodness." She immediately unloaded all the utensils she would need. "What kind of mother forgets to feed her babies?"
 
Erik laughed at her words, but smiled sincerely. "Of course, my love. For as sure as anything else, when you go, I won't be more than five minutes behind you." He was genuine when he spoke these words. He knew that the moment Christine left this world, that he would surely die within minutes of her. There was no way he could live without her - his heart would not be able to bare it. "I suppose the fault is mine this time, Christine." Erik chuckled, pulling himself from those earlier thoughts and focusing on food. "Forgive me for distracting you." He teased.
 
"I can forgive you, but can the children?" She asked, pulling her daughter from the kitchen area so that she may start cooking. "This is your father's fault, child. Don't blame me." She sighed as she cracked some eggs over a bowl. "I didn't do anything but fall into his trap." She stirred. "I have no idea what I'm making, but I've seen Madame Giry cook plenty of times, so I think I can do this without burning or breaking anything." She stopped and dumped flour into the bowl.
 
"Perhaps you should strengthen your defenses, darling." Erik laughed at his own words before taking his daughter by the shoulders. "And, perhaps we should leave your mother to her cooking before she gets hostile." He grinned and was about to leave the area so that he could be out of her way, but stopped and turned back to Christine. "Are you sure you wouldn't like some help, dear? How will you make something if you don't even know what you're making?" Erik was slightly amused, though he began looking a bit concerned as he watched Christine put more items into the bowl. What am I saying? She knows what she's doing...right?
 
"Perhaps you should stop causing me to go into my weakened state, my very rude, very crude husband." Christine shot back at him as she stirred her concoction. "How does a nice plate of eggs, sound? Eggs and pancakes." She.corrected herself, to which Lilly lit up. "Yes, Ma'am." Christine ignored the 'hostile' comment as she sang an old song of hers, well, of hers and Erik's.
 
"Ah, you forgot very loving, my dear." Erik grinned and placed a kiss on her cheek before picking Lilly up in his arms. "Alright, you." He laughed as he did so. "We should leave your mother alone so that she can make us this delicious breakfast. If she's going to do the work for us, the least we can do is let her do so in peace." Erik carried his daughter out of the room, but did not put her down yet. He placed a kiss on her forehead and smiled at her. "How did my little girl sleep last night?"
 
"You're right, Papa." Lilly hugged his neck as she maneuvered around to his back and clung to him from behind. "We should go away." She waited for him to get going. "Yes! Yes! I did it!" Alistair threw his head back out of nowhere and chuckled like a madman for a minute or two. "I remembered!" He immediately started rushing to write down the next few lines that he had forgotten last night. The baby, little Johnny, started crying. "Oh, look what you've done, Monsieur composer." Catherine rushed to her brother. "Hey...hey, it's alright." She picked him up. "Daddy's coming."
 
Erik chuckled as Lilly positioned herself around on his back. He supported her by holding her legs as he walked out into the other room to find Alistair madly scribbling down something on a piece of paper. Erik had been shocked by his outburst. He's more like me than I expected... He couldn't help smirking proudly at that, until he heard the baby crying. Erik went off into the room, Lilly still on his back, to find Catherine trying to console him. "Here, Lilly." He gently pulled his daughter off his back, just so that he could take Jonathan from Catherine's arms. "Now, now, son. It's alright. Your brother was just a little too excited." Erik chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to the baby's forehead. "You don't have to be afraid. Daddy's here." He smiled down at his son and prayed that he would cease his crying. It was awfully heartbreaking.
 
The baby kept crying, even after his father took him from Catherine. He hated loud noises, especially when he was sleeping. After a while, he calmed down and reached up to Erik's face. "I can't believe I got blown off for someone that cries every five minutes." Lilly crossed her arms over her chest, pouting. "I remember when I was the baby." She sat on the edge of Erik and Christine's bed. "And, do you remember being able to do things by yourself?" Andrew had come in. Lilly shook her head no. "Well, I think I'll leave this speech to your dad, then." Andrew laughed, actually having this whole thing planned out, but it wasn't his place.
 
Erik gave Andrew a half-smile as a way of thanking him before he sat down next to Lilly on the bed. I should have known this would happen someday. I never wanted any of my children to feel left out, but it was bound to happen, wasn't it? "Sweetheart, I want you to take a look at your little brother." Erik smiled down at the small child in his arms before looking at Lilly and explaining. "He can't do anything on his own. He is too young to understand that you cannot just cry about everything to get attention. So, naturally, when a baby cries the parents must console them. After all, how bad of a father would I be if I had let little Jonathan cry because I was spending time with you? There was a time when you were a baby too, and I was not around to see it, but I am sure Catherine became jealous of you and Ali at some point. You were once tended to as we tend to Jonathan now. It's only because you were all too little to help yourselves." Erik reached out and stroked his daughter's hair, placing a kiss on her temple. "Lilly, you are still my baby girl, no matter what. I love all of my children equally and I don't want anyone to feel left out. You understand why Jonathan needs attention right now, don't you?"
 
Lilly scooted closer to Erik to do as he asked and look at the tiny infant, to which the baby chewed his own hand again. When she was asked a question, she blushed, feeling a little guilt. "I guess you'd be a pretty bad daddy. I wouldn't want you to just watch me if I was crying." She admitted. "I definitely wouldn't like you playing with someone else." She remained silent. "I just miss everyone, Papa. You and Mama are always gone, Catherine's always with Andrew, and, now even Ali is busy writing music that we haven't mud wrestled in weeks." She hid her face in her shirt, pulling the collar up and over her face. "And, Lillypad, guess what?" Catherine came in and held the child's feet, kneeling in front of her at the end of the bed. "I was jealous. You and Ali took up so much of Mother and Raoul's attention that I felt left out all the time." She kissed her sister's forehead. "But, Johnny needs his big sister right now." She pulled Lilly's shirt from her face, to which the child nodded and watched the baby.
 

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