The final chapter to my first Fanfic enjoy :)

Me: -cries-

Erik: Took you long enough. Geez

Me: -Glares at Erik-

Erik: What? It took you almost a year to finish this!

Me: -Cries even harder-

Erik: -Sighs and goes over to hug her-

Me: -silently whooping on the inside-

"Charlotte come away from the mirror!" said Gabrielle "You look at yourself far too much!"

"Yes Maman" said Charlotte, stepping away from the mirror and giving her mother a sly smile. She was the spitting image of Gabrielle although she had inherited her grandfather's (on her mother's side) hazel eyes.

"Maman I don't think you could ever get her to stop looking at herself" scoffed her elder sister Juliet as she looked up from the novel she was reading. Juliet, like her younger sister, looked like her mother although with dark brown hair and blue eyes.

Charlotte gave her sister a dirty look "You're one to talk, every time Mr. Rowland is expected to call you spend hours in front of the mirror before his arrival"

Juliet flushed "That's different"

"How so?" retorted Charlotte

"What would you know? You're only fourteen!" she said angrily

"I'm only three years younger than you!"

"That's enough girls" said Gabrielle in a firm voice as her five year-old son walked into the room.

"Maman when is Papa coming home?" said Erik

"Soon enough my dear, why don't you go practise some more?" said Gabrielle kneeling down to her son's height. The little boy sighed but then grinned.

"I made up another song Maman!" he tugged on his mother's hand and led her to the piano. He adjusted the seat for a moment and sat down to play. As he began, Christian entered the room.

"Papa!" exclaimed Erik, running into his father's arms. Christian laughed and ruffled his son's dark hair. Gabrielle marvelled who much they looked like each other and couldn't help but laugh too.

"Papa I've written another song!" he looked at his father, waiting for his approval.

"Well what are you waiting for? Christian said, his eyes shining with pride. Erik beamed up at his father and hurried to the piano. Christian went to stand next to his wife. His arm encircled her small waist, pulling her closer to him. She placed a kiss on his scarred cheek and placed a content smile on her lips.

Eighteen years had passed since that fateful night on the roof of the Opera House. As Christian looked around at his family he smiled, it was the end of his troubles.

THE END

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