Love Is Your's

Chapter 18 ~ Taking In The Bad News

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"Raoul is back." I whisper. Erik looks at me with confused eyes.

"How do you know, Christine?" He asks questioningly.

"I saw him in the crowd. Erik, I'm frightened!" I clutched to him, as tears fall down my cheeks.

"It will all by okay, my Christine. Let's just go home and forget about him for a few hours." He kisses my cheek gently, once, then again.

"Erik, we can't. I'm too far along. I'm so sorry Angel." The carriage starts and Erik smiles at me.

"It's alright my love. It's not like we haven't before." He whispers to me. I giggle a little and lay my head on his shoulder. Once we get back to the house, we shut the door and sit down on the couch in the den.

"Now what?" I blatantly say.

"Well, you said you're too far along for that. But I guess we can talk about names for the baby." He replies. We both stare into the fire.

"I like that idea. What are your ideas, Erik?" He sighs and puts his arm around me.

"I'm not exactly good with names, Christine. Why don't you come up with something? Just as long as you don't use Madeline" He calmly says. I look at him confused.

"And why not Madeline? Is she someone important?" I questioningly ask him.

"That was my mother's name. I hated my mother." He whispers. I sense the hatred in his voice so I kiss his cheek to calm him down. A warm smile appears on his face when I do.

"Then we won't use Madeline. I do like the name Hannah, though, or Mckayla!" He smiles.

"Those are beautiful names; and for a boy?" He asks. I don't really know what to call a boy.

"How about Oliver, Or Gustave, after my father....?" I suggest.

"I love them." Erik happily sighs. "Alright Oliver, Gustave, Hannah or Mckayla. All such beautiful names. Thank you, Christine. This has made our lives so much easier." He kisses my forehead and I rest my head on his shoulder.

"What about Raoul? What are we going to do about him?" I quietly ask.

"We could stay or go back to Paris. Whatever you wish, my love." He suggests. I sigh and we go to get ready for bed. As I sleep in our bed, I dream about Erik and I, running around the house with two little children; a boy and a girl. But there are nightmares throughout the night. I wake up in tears, crying out for Erik to save me from Raoul. He comforts me and sings you to sleep again. I feel so happy that Erik is finally mine. He will always care for me, I know it.

We wake up the next morning as light seeps through the window. I roll over to my side and we lovingly gaze into each other's eyes. We both smile and he leans in for a kiss. I let him, and we stay like that for a while. It's not long, but I know my life has been changed for the better. And I'm happy about it.